Chapter 20

           Emergingfromtheshadows,LangdonandSophiemovedstealthilyupthedesertedGrandGallerycorridortowardtheemergencyexitstairwell.

           Ashemoved,Langdonfeltlikehewastryingtoassembleajigsawpuzzleinthedark.Thenewestaspectofthismysterywasadeeplytroublingone:ThecaptainoftheJudicialPoliceistryingtoframemeformurder

           «Doyouthink,»hewhispered,»thatmaybeFachewrotethatmessageonthefloor?»Sophiedidn’teventurn.«Impossible.»Langdonwasn’tsosure.«Heseemsprettyintentonmakingmelookguilty.Maybehethoughtwritingmynameonthefloorwouldhelphiscase?»

           «TheFibonaccisequence?TheP.S.?AlltheDaVinciandgoddesssymbolism?Thathadtobemygrandfather.»

           Langdonknewshewasright.Thesymbolismofthecluesmeshedtooperfectly–thepentacle,TheVitruvianMan,DaVinci,thegoddess,andeventheFibonaccisequence.Acoherentsymbolicset,asiconographerswouldcallit.Allinextricablytied.

           «Andhisphonecalltomethisafternoon,»Sophieadded.«Hesaidhehadtotellmesomething.I’mcertainhismessageattheLouvrewashisfinalefforttotellmesomethingimportant,somethinghethoughtyoucouldhelpmeunderstand.»

           Langdonfrowned.O,Draconiandevil!Oh,lamesaint!Hewishedhecouldcomprehendthemessage,bothforSophie’swell-beingandforhisown.Thingshaddefinitelygottenworsesincehefirstlaideyesonthecrypticwords.HisfakeleapoutthebathroomwindowwasnotgoingtohelpLangdon’spopularitywithFacheonebit.