As Katherine entered the lobby, the front desk guard quickly stashed his radio and yanked the earplugs from his ears. «Ms. Solomon!» He smiled broadly.
«Redskins?»
He blushed, looking guilty. «Pregame.»
She smiled. «I wont tell.» She walked to the metal detector and emptied her pockets. When she slid the gold Cartier watch from her wrist, she felt the usual pang of sadness. The timepiece had been a gift from her mother for Katherines eighteenth birthday. Almost ten years had now passed since her mother had died violently. . passing away in Katherines arms.
«So, Ms. Solomon?» the guard whispered jokingly. «Are you ever gonna tell anybody what youre doing back there?»
She glanced up. «Someday, Kyle. Not tonight.»
«Come on,» he pressed. «A secret lab. . in a secret museum? You must be doing something cool.»
Miles beyond cool, Katherine thought as she collected her things. The truth was that Katherine was doing science so advanced that it no longer even resembled science.
CHAPTER 8
Robert LangdonIt was exactly as Langdon had recalled from the lecture he had once attended here.
Except for one thing.
Tonight, the room was empty.
No chairs. No audience. No Peter Solomon. Just a handful of tourists milling around aimlessly, oblivious to Langdons grand entrance. Did Peter mean the Rotunda? He peered down the south corridor toward the Rotunda and could see tourists milling around in there, too.
The echoes of the clock chime had faded. Langdon was now officially late.
He hurried back into the hallway and found a docent. «Excuse me, the lecture for the Smithsonian event tonight? Where is that being held?»
The docent hesitated. «Im not sure, sir. When does it start?»
«Now!»
The man shook his head. «I dont know about any Smithsonian event this evening not here, at least.»
Bewildered, Langdon hurried back toward the center of the room, scanning the entire space. Is Solomon playing some kind of joke? Langdon couldnt imagine it. He pulled out his cell phone and the fax page from this morning and dialed Peters number.
His phone took a moment to locate a signal inside the enormous building. Finally, it began to ring.
the familiar southern accent answered. «peter solomons office, this is anthony. may i help you?»
«Anthony!» Langdon said with relief. «Im glad youre still there. This is Robert Langdon. There seems to be some confusion about the lecture. Im standing in the Statuary Hall, but theres nobody here. Has the lecture been moved to a different room?»
«I dont believe so, sir. Let me check.» His assistant paused a moment. «Did you confirm with Mr. Solomon directly?»
Langdon was confused. «No, I confirmed with you, Anthony. This morning!»
«Yes, I recall that.» There was a silence on the line. «That was a bit careless of you, dont you think, Professor?»
Langdon was now fully alert. «I beg your pardon?»
«Consider this. .» the man said. «You received a fax asking you to call a number, which you did. You spoke to a total stranger who said he was Peter Solomons assistant. Then you willingly boarded a private plane to Washington and climbed into a waiting car. Is that right?»
Langdon felt a chill race through his body. «Who the hell is this? Where is Peter?»
«Im afraid Peter Solomon has no idea youre in Washington today.» The mans southern accent disappeared, and his voice morphed into a deeper, mellifluous whisper. «You are here, Mr. Langdon, because I want you here.»
CHAPTER 9
Inside theThe mans reply was a silky calm whisper. «Do not be alarmed, Professor. You have been summoned here for a reason.»
«Summoned?» Langdon felt like a caged animal. «Try kidnapped!»
«Hardly.» The mans voice was eerily serene. «If I wanted to harm you, you would be dead in your Town Car right now.» He let the words hang for a moment. «My intentions are purely noble, I assure you. I would simply like to offer you an invitation.»
No thanks. Ever since his experiences in Europe over the last several years, Langdons unwanted celebrity had made him a magnet for nut-cases, and this one had just crossed a very serious line. «Look, I dont know what the hell is going on here, but Im hanging up »
«Unwise,» said the man. «Your window of opportunity is very small if you want to save Peter Solomons soul.»
Langdon drew a sharp breath. «What did you say?»
«Im sure you heard me.»
The way this man had uttered Peters name had stopped Langdon cold. «What do you know about Peter?»
«At this point, I know his deepest secrets. Mr. Solomon is my guest, and I can be a persuasive host.»
This cant be happening. «You dont have Peter.»
«I answered his private cell phone. That should give you pause.»
«Im calling the police.»
«No need,» the man said. «The authorities will join you momentarily.»
What is this lunatic talking about? Langdons tone hardened. «If you have Peter, put him on the phone right now.»
«Thats impossible. Mr. Solomon is trapped in an unfortunate place.» The man paused. «He is in the Araf.»
«Where?» Langdon realized he was clutching his phone so tightly his fingers were going numb.