Код да Винчи

Chapter 43

           

           Fiveminutes,Vernettoldhimself.Ineedthesepeopleoutofmybankbeforethepolicearrive.

           Ifhemovedquickly,thisimpendingdisastercouldbedeftlysidestepped.Vernetcouldtellthepolicethatthefugitivesinquestionhadindeedwalkedintohisbankasreported,butbecausetheywerenotclientsandhadnoaccountnumber,theywereturnedaway.HewishedthedamnedwatchmanhadnotcalledInterpol.Discretionwasapparentlynotpartofthevocabularyofa15-euro-per-hourwatchman.

           Stoppingatthedoorway,hetookadeepbreathandloosenedhismuscles.Then,forcingabalmysmile,heunlockedthedoorandswirledintotheroomlikeawarmbreeze.

           «Goodevening,»hesaid,hiseyesfindinghisclients.«IamAndréVernet.HowcanIbeofserv–»TherestofthesentencelodgedsomewherebeneathhisAdam’sapple.ThewomanbeforehimwasasunexpectedavisitorasVernethadeverhad.

           «I’msorry,doweknoweachother?»Sophieasked.Shedidnotrecognizethebanker,butheforamomentlookedasifhe’dseenaghost.

           «No…thebankpresidentfumbled.«Idon’t…believeso.Ourservicesareanonymous.»Heexhaledandforcedacalmsmile.«Myassistanttellsmeyouhaveagoldkeybutnoaccountnumber?MightIaskhowyoucamebythiskey?»

           «Mygrandfathergaveittome,»Sophiereplied,watchingthemanclosely.Hisuneasinessseemedmoreevidentnow.

           «Really?Yourgrandfathergaveyouthekeybutfailedtogiveyoutheaccountnumber?»

           «Idon’tthinkhehadtime,»Sophiesaid.«Hewasmurderedtonight.»

           Herwordssentthemanstaggeringbackward.

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