Chapter 112

           Allthewhile,thenarrowtunnelcalledIlPassettostretchedoutbeforeLangdonandVittoriaastheydashedtowardVaticanCity.ThetorchinLangdon’shandthrewonlyenoughlighttoseeafewyardsahead.Thewallswerecloseoneitherside,andtheceilinglow.Theairsmelleddank.LangdonracedonintothedarknesswithVittoriacloseathisheels.

           ThetunnelinclinedsteeplyasitlefttheCastleSt.Angelo,proceedingupwardintotheundersideofastonebastionthatlookedlikeaRomanaqueduct.There,thetunnelleveledoutandbeganitssecretcoursetowardVaticanCity.

           AsLangdonran,histhoughtsturnedoverandoverinakaleidoscopeofconfoundingimages—Kohler,Janus,theHassassin,Rocher…asixthbrand?I’msureyou’veheardaboutthesixthbrand,thekillerhadsaid.Themostbrilliantofall.Langdonwasquitecertainhehadnot.Eveninconspiracytheorylore,Langdoncouldthinkofnoreferencestoanysixthbrand.Realorimagined.TherewererumorsofagoldbullionandaflawlessIlluminatiDiamondbutneveranymentionofasixthbrand.

           "Kohlercan’tbeJanus!"Vittoriadeclaredastheyrandowntheinteriorofthedike."It’simpossible!"

           ImpossiblewasonewordLangdonhadstoppedusingtonight."Idon’tknow,"Langdonyelledastheyran."Kohlerhasaseriousgrudge,andhealsohassomeseriousinfluence."

           "ThiscrisishasmadeCERNlooklikemonsters!MaxwouldneverdoanythingtodamageCERN’sreputation!"

           Ononecount,LangdonknewCERNhadtakenapublicbeatingtonight,allbecauseoftheIlluminati’sinsistenceonmakingthisapublicspectacle.