Chapter 47

           Ridinginsidethedimlylitcargoholdofthearmoredtruckwaslikebeingtransportedinsideacellforsolitaryconfinement.Langdonfoughtthealltoofamiliaranxietythathauntedhiminconfinedspaces.Vernetsaidhewouldtakeusasafedistanceoutofthecity.Where?Howfar?

           Langdon’slegshadgottenstifffromsittingcross-leggedonthemetalfloor,andheshiftedhisposition,wincingtofeelthebloodpouringbackintohislowerbody.Inhisarms,hestillclutchedthebizarretreasuretheyhadextricatedfromthebank.

           «Ithinkwe’reonthehighwaynow,»Sophiewhispered.

           Langdonsensedthesamething.Thetruck,afteranunnervingpauseatopthebankramp,hadmovedon,snakingleftandrightforaminuteortwo,andwasnowacceleratingtowhatfeltliketopspeed.Beneaththem,thebulletprooftireshummedonsmoothpavement.Forcinghisattentiontotherosewoodboxinhisarms,Langdonlaidthepreciousbundleonthefloor,unwrappedhisjacket,andextractedthebox,pullingittowardhim.Sophieshiftedherpositionsotheyweresittingsidebyside.LangdonsuddenlyfeltliketheyweretwokidshuddledoveraChristmaspresent.

           Incontrasttothewarmcolorsoftherosewoodbox,theinlaidrosehadbeencraftedofapalewood,probablyash,whichshoneclearlyinthedimlight.TheRose.Entirearmiesandreligionshadbeenbuiltonthissymbol,ashadsecretsocieties.TheRosicrucians.TheKnightsoftheRosyCross.

           «Goahead,»Sophiesaid.«Openit.»

           Langdontookadeepbreath.

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