Chapter 93

           

           Langdonhadnoideawherehewasgoing.Reflexwashisonlycompass,drivinghimawayfromdanger.Hiselbowsandkneesburnedasheclamberedbeneaththepews.Stillheclawedon.Somewhereavoicewastellinghimtomoveleft.Ifyoucangettothemainaisle,youcandashfortheexit.Heknewitwasimpossible.There’sawallofflamesblockingthemainaisle!Hismindhuntingforoptions,Langdonscrambledblindlyon.Thefootstepsclosedfasternowtohisright.

           Whenithappened,Langdonwasunprepared.Hehadguessedhehadanothertenfeetofpewsuntilhereachedthefrontofthechurch.Hehadguessedwrong.Withoutwarning,thecoverabovehimranout.Hefrozeforaninstant,halfexposedatthefrontofthechurch.Risingintherecesstohisleft,gargantuanfromthisvantagepoint,wastheverythingthathadbroughthimhere.Hehadentirelyforgotten.Bernini’sEcstasyofSt.Teresaroseuplikesomesortofpornographicstilllife…thesaintonherback,archedinpleasure,mouthopeninamoan,andoverher,anangelpointinghisspearoffire.

           AbulletexplodedinthepewoverLangdon’shead.Hefelthisbodyriselikeasprinteroutofagate.Fueledonlybyadrenaline,andbarelyconsciousofhisactions,hewassuddenlyrunning,hunched,headdown,poundingacrossthefrontofthechurchtohisright.Asthebulletseruptedbehindhim,Langdondoveyetagain,slidingoutofcontrolacrossthemarblefloorbeforecrashinginaheapagainsttherailingofanicheontheright-handwall.

           Itwasthenthathesawher.Acrumpledheapnearthebackofthechurch.

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