closely where she was
Finally, Langdon realized that Katherine was pointing
— INTERCOM ON —
Startled, Langdon glanced back at Katherine, whose frantic eyes were urging him to look into the front seat. He obeyed, stealing a discreet glance through the divider. The cabby’s cell phone was on the dash, wide open, illuminated, facing the intercom speaker. An instant later, Langdon understood Katherine’s actions.
Langdon had no idea how much time he and Katherine had until their taxi was stopped and surrounded, but he knew they had to act fast. Instantly, he’d begun playing along, realizing that Katherine’s desire to go to Freedom Plaza had nothing to do with the pyramid but rather with its being a large subway station — Metro Center — from which they could take the Red, Blue, or Orange lines in any of six different directions.
they jumped out of the taxi at freedom plaza, and langdon took over, doing some improvising of his own, leaving a trail to the masonic memorial in alexandria before he and katherine ran down into the subway station, dashing past the blue line platforms and continuing on to the red line, where they caught a train in the opposite direction.
Traveling six stops northbound to Tenleytown, they emerged all alone into a quiet, upscale neighborhood. Their destination, the tallest structure for miles, was immediately visible on the horizon, just off Massachusetts Avenue on a vast expanse of manicured lawn.
Now «off the grid,» as Katherine called it, the two of them walked across the damp grass. On their right was a medieval-style garden, famous for its ancient rosebushes and Shadow House gazebo. They moved past the garden, directly toward the magnificent building to which they had been summoned.
«I’ve never been here at night,» Katherine said, gazing up at the brightly lit towers. «It’s spectacular.»
Langdon agreed, having forgotten how impressive this place truly was. This neo-Gothic masterpiece stood at the north end of Embassy Row. He hadn’t been here for years, not since writing a piece about it for a kids’ magazine in hopes of generating some excitement among young Americans to come see this amazing landmark. His article — «Moses, Moon Rocks, and
«This cathedral
Langdon nodded. «Near the main altar. They symbolize the Ten Commandments given to Moses on Mount Sinai.»
«And there’s a lunar rock?»
«Okay, but you can’t be serious about the last thing.» Katherine glanced over, her pretty eyes flashing skepticism. «A statue of. . Darth Vader?»
Langdon chuckled. «Luke Skywalker’s dark father? Absolutely. Vader is one of the National Cathedral’s most popular grotesques.» He pointed high into the west towers. «Tough to see him at night, but he’s there.»
«What in the world is Darth Vader doing on Washington National Cathedral?»
«a contest for kids to carve a gargoyle that depicted the face of evil. darth won.»
They reached the grand staircase to the main entrance, which was set back in an eighty-foot archway beneath a breathtaking rose window. As they began climbing, Langdon’s mind shifted to the mysterious stranger who had called him.
As they approached the top of the stairs, they were met with an imposing pair of wooden doors. «Do we just knock?» Katherine asked.
Langdon had been wondering the same thing, except that now one of the doors was creaking open.
«Who’s there?» a frail voice said. The face of a withered old man appeared in the doorway. He wore priest’s robes and a blank stare. His eyes were opaque and white, clouded with cataracts.
«My name is Robert Langdon,» he replied. «Katherine Solomon and I are seeking sanctuary.»
The blind man exhaled in relief. «Thank God. I’ve been expecting you.»
CHAPTER 80
Warren Bellamy felt a sudden ray of hope.
Inside the Jungle, Director Sato had just received a phone call from a field agent and had immediately flown into a tirade. «Well, you damn well
Finally, she stopped directly in front of him and turned. «Mr. Bellamy, I’m going to ask you this once, and only once.» She stared deep into his eyes. «Yes or no — do you have any idea where Robert Langdon might have gone?»
Bellamy had more than a good idea, but he shook his head. «No.»
Sato’s piercing gaze had never left his eyes. «Unfortunately, part of my job is to know when people are lying.»
Bellamy averted his eyes. «Sorry, I can’t help you.»
«Architect Bellamy,» Sato said, «tonight just after seven P.M., you were having dinner in a restaurant outside the city when you received a phone call from a man who told you he had kidnapped Peter Solomon.»
Bellamy felt an instant chill and returned his eyes to hers.
«The man,» Sato continued, «told you that he had sent Robert Langdon to the Capitol Building and given Langdon a task to complete. . a task that required
Bellamy could not imagine how Sato knew about this phone call.
«As you fled the Capitol,» Sato said behind the smoldering tip of her cigarette, «you sent a text message to Solomon’s kidnapper, assuring him that you and Langdon had been successful in obtaining the Masonic Pyramid.»
«Who told you I sent a text?» Bellamy demanded.
Sato tossed Bellamy’s cell phone on the bench next to him. «Hardly rocket science.»
Bellamy now remembered his phone and keys had been taken from him by the agents who captured