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What
the
hell
is
that
!
An
inexplicable
mirage
was
materializing
near
the
center
of
the
room
.
A
silhouette
.
There
was
someone
else
in
the
room
?
A
woman
was
moving
through
the
darkness
,
walking
briskly
toward
the
far
left
wall
.
In
front
of
her
,
a
purplish
beam
of
light
swung
back
and
forth
across
the
floor
,
as
if
she
were
searching
for
something
with
a
colored
flashlight
.
«
Qui
est
là
?
»
Grouard
demanded
,
feeling
his
adrenaline
spike
for
a
second
time
in
the
last
thirty
seconds
.
He
suddenly
didn
’
t
know
where
to
aim
his
gun
or
what
direction
to
move
.
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«
PTS
,
»
the
woman
replied
calmly
,
still
scanning
the
floor
with
her
light
.
Police
Technique
et
Scientifique
.
Grouard
was
sweating
now
.
I
thought
all
the
agents
were
gone
!
He
now
recognized
the
purple
light
as
ultraviolet
,
consistent
with
a
PTS
team
,
and
yet
he
could
not
understand
why
DCPJ
would
be
looking
for
evidence
in
here
.
«
Votre
nom
!
»
Grouard
yelled
,
instinct
telling
him
something
was
amiss
.
«
Répondez
!
»
«
C
’
est
mot
,
»
the
voice
responded
in
calm
French
.
«
Sophie
Neveu
.
»
Somewhere
in
the
distant
recesses
of
Grouard
’
s
mind
,
the
name
registered
.
Sophie
Neveu
?
Thatwas
the
name
of
Saunière
’
s
granddaughter
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
She
used
to
come
in
here
as
a
little
kid
,
but
that
was
years
ago
.
This
couldn
’
t
possibly
be
her
!
And
even
if
it
were
Sophie
Neveu
,
that
was
hardly
a
reason
to
trust
her
;
Grouard
had
heard
the
rumors
of
the
painful
falling
-
out
between
Saunière
and
his
granddaughter
.
«
You
know
me
,
»
the
woman
called
.
«
And
Robert
Langdon
did
not
kill
my
grandfather
.
Believe
me
.
»
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Warden
Grouard
was
not
about
to
take
that
on
faith
.
I
need
backup
!
Trying
his
walkie
-
talkie
again
,
he
got
only
static
.
The
entrance
was
still
a
good
twenty
yards
behind
him
,
and
Grouard
began
backing
up
slowly
,
choosing
to
leave
his
gun
trained
on
the
man
on
the
floor
.
As
Grouard
inched
backward
,
he
could
see
the
woman
across
the
room
raising
her
UV
light
and
scrutinizing
a
large
painting
that
hung
on
the
far
side
of
the
Salle
des
Etats
,
directly
opposite
the
Mona
Lisa
.
Grouard
gasped
,
realizing
which
painting
it
was
.
What
in
the
name
of
God
is
she
doing
?