Seated at Saunière's desk, Lieutenant Collet pressed the phone to his ear in disbelief. Did
I hear Fache correctly? “A bar of soap? But how could Langdon have known about the
GPS dot?”
“Sophie Neveu,” Fache replied. “She told him.”
“What! Why?”
“Damned good question, but I just heard a recording that confirms she tipped him
off.”
Collet was speechless. What was Neveu thinking? Fache had proof that Sophie had
interfered with a DCPJ sting operation? Sophie Neveu was not only going to be fired,
she was also going to jail. “But, Captain . . . then where is Langdon now?”
“Have any fire alarms gone off there?”
“No, sir.”
“And no one has come out under the Grand Gallery gate?”
“No. We've got a Louvre security officer on the gate. Just as you requested.”
“Okay, Langdon must still be inside the Grand Gallery.”
“Inside? But what is he doing?”
“Is the Louvre security guard armed?”
“Yes, sir. He's a senior warden.”
“Send him in,” Fache commanded. “I can't get my men back to the perimeter for a few
minutes, and I don't want Langdon breaking for an exit.” Fache paused. “And you'd
better tell the guard Agent Neveu is probably in there with him.”
“Agent Neveu left, I thought.”
“Did you actually see her leave?”
“No, sir, but—”
“Well, nobody on the perimeter saw her leave either. They only saw her go in.”
Collet was flabbergasted by Sophie Neveu's bravado. She's still inside the building?
“Handle it,” Fache ordered. “I want Langdon and Neveu at gunpoint by the time I get
back.”
As the Trailor truck drove off, Captain Fache rounded up his men. Robert Langdon had
proven an elusive quarry tonight, and with Agent Neveu now helping him, he might be
far harder to corner than expected.
Fache decided not to take any chances.
Hedging his bets, he ordered half of his men back to the Louvre perimeter. The other
half he sent to guard the only location in Paris where Robert Langdon could find safe
harbor.
