danbrown.angels&demons-第77部分
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His arms clawed at the water； searching the walls of the hollow for something to grab onto。 Only smooth stone。 He had fallen through an abandoned well covering。 He screamed for help； but his cries reverberated in the tight shaft。 He called out again and again。 Above him； the tattered hole grew dim。
Night fell。
Time seemed to contort in the darkness。 Numbness set in as he treaded water in the depths of the chasm； calling； crying out。 He was tormented by visions of the walls collapsing in； burying him alive。 His arms ached with fatigue。 A few times he thought he heard voices。 He shouted out； but his own voice was muted 。 。 。 like a dream。
As the night wore on； the shaft deepened。 The walls inched quietly inward。 The boy pressed out against the enclosure； pushing it away。 Exhausted； he wanted to give up。 And yet he felt the water buoy him； cooling his burning fears until he was numb。
When the rescue team arrived； they found the boy barely conscious。 He had been treading water for five hours。 Two days later； the Boston Globe ran a front…page story called 〃The Little Swimmer That Could。〃
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The Hassassin smiled as he pulled his van into the mammoth stone structure overlooking the Tiber River。 He carried his prize up and up 。 。 。 spiraling higher in the stone tunnel； grateful his load was slender。
He arrived at the door。
The Church of Illumination； he gloated。 The ancient Illuminati meeting room。 Who would have imagined it to be here？
Inside； he lay her on a plush divan。 Then he expertly bound her arms behind her back and tied her feet。 He knew that what he longed for would have to wait until his final task was finished。 Water。
Still； he thought； he had a moment for indulgence。 Kneeling beside her； he ran his hand along her thigh。 It was smooth。 Higher。 His dark fingers snaked beneath the cuff of her shorts。 Higher。
He stopped。 Patience； he told himself； feeling aroused。 There is work to be done。
He walked for a moment out onto the chamber's high stone balcony。 The evening breeze slowly cooled his ardor。 Far below the Tiber raged。 He raised his eyes to the dome of St。 Peter's； three quarters of a mile away； naked under the glare of hundreds of press lights。
〃Your final hour；〃 he said aloud； picturing the thousands of Muslims slaughtered during the Crusades。 〃At midnight you will meet your God。〃
Behind him； the woman stirred。 The Hassassin turned。 He considered letting her wake up。 Seeing terror in a woman's eyes was his ultimate aphrodisiac。
He opted for prudence。 It would be better if she remained unconscious while he was gone。 Although she was tied and would never escape； the Hassassin did not want to return and find her exhausted from struggling。 I want your strength preserved 。 。 。 for me。
Lifting her head slightly； he placed his palm beneath her neck and found the hollow directly beneath her skull。 The crown/meridian pressure point was one he had used countless times。 With crushing force； he drove his thumb into the soft cartilage and felt it depress。 The woman slumped instantly。Twenty minutes； he thought。 She would be a tantalizing end to a perfect day。 After she had served him and died doing it； he would stand on the balcony and watch the midnight Vatican fireworks。
Leaving his prize unconscious on the couch； the Hassassin went downstairs into a torchlit dungeon。 The final task。 He walked to the table and revered the sacred； metal forms that had been left there for him。
Water。 It was his last。
Removing a torch from the wall as he had done three times already； he began heating the end。 When the end of the object was white hot； he carried it to the cell。
Inside； a single man stood in silence。 Old and alone。
〃Cardinal Baggia；〃 the killer hissed。 〃Have you prayed yet？〃
The Italian's eyes were fearless。 〃Only for your soul。〃
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The six pompieri firemen who responded to the fire at the Church of Santa Maria Della Vittoria extinguished the bonfire with blasts of Halon gas。 Water was cheaper； but the steam it created would have ruined the frescoes in the chapel； and the Vatican paid Roman pompieri a healthy stipend for swift and prudent service in all Vatican…owned buildings。
Pompieri； by the nature of their work； witnessed tragedy almost daily； but the execution in this church was something none of them would ever forget。 Part crucifixion； part hanging； part burning at the stake； the scene was something dredged from a Gothic nightmare。
Unfortunately； the press； as usual； had arrived before the fire department。 They'd shot plenty of video before the pompieri cleared the church。 When the firemen finally cut the victim down and lay him on the floor； there was no doubt who the man was。
〃Cardinale Guidera；〃 one whispered。 〃Di Barcellona。〃
The victim was nude。 The lower half of his body was crimson…black； blood oozing through gaping cracks in his thighs。 His shinbones were exposed。 One fireman vomited。 Another went outside to breathe。
The true horror； though； was the symbol seared on the cardinal's chest。 The squad chief circled the corpse in awestruck dread。 Lavoro del diavolo； he said to himself。 Satan himself did this。 He crossed himself for the first time since childhood。
〃Un' altro corpo！〃 someone yelled。 One of the firemen had found another body。
The second victim was a man the chief recognized immediately。 The austere mander of the Swiss Guard was a man for whom few public law enforcement officials had any affection。 The chief called the Vatican； but all the circuits were busy。 He knew it didn't matter。 The Swiss Guard would hear about this on television in a matter of minutes。
As the chief surveyed the damage； trying to recreate what possibly could have gone on here； he saw a niche riddled with bullet holes。 A coffin had been rolled off its supports and fallen upside down in an apparent struggle。 It was a mess。 That's for the police and Holy See to deal with； the chief thought； turning away。
As he turned； though； he stopped。 ing from the coffin he heard a sound。 It was not a sound any fireman ever liked to hear。
〃Bomba！〃 he cried out。 〃Tutti fuori！〃
When the bomb squad rolled the coffin over； they discovered the source of the electronic beeping。 They stared； confused。
〃Mиdico！〃 one finally screamed。 〃Mиdico！〃
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Any word from Olivetti？〃 the camerlegno asked； looking drained as Rocher escorted him back from the Sistine Chapel to the Pope's office。
〃No； signore。 I am fearing the worst。〃
When they reached the Pope's office； the camerlegno's voice was heavy。 〃Captain； there is nothing more I can do here tonight。 I fear I have done too much already。 I am going into this office to pray。 I do not wish to be disturbed。 The rest is in God's hands。〃
〃Yes； signore。〃
〃The hour is late； Captain。 Find that canister。〃
〃Our search continues。〃 Rocher hesitated。 〃The weapon proves to be too well hidden。〃
The camerlegno winced； as if he could not think of it。 〃Yes。 At exactly 11：15 P。M。； if the church is still in peril； I want you to evacuate the cardinals。 I am putting their safety in your hands。 I ask only one thing。 Let these men proceed from this place with dignity。 Let them exit into St。 Peter's Square and stand side by side with the rest of the world。 I do not want the last image of this church to be frightened old men sneaking out a back door。〃
〃Very good； signore。 And you？ Shall I e for you at 11：15 as well？〃
〃There will be no need。〃
〃Signore？〃
〃I will leave when the spirit moves me。〃
Rocher wondered if the camerlegno intended to go down with the ship。
The camerlegno opened the door to the Pope's office and entered。 〃Actually 。 。 。〃 he said； turning。 〃There is one thing。〃
〃Signore？〃
〃There seems to be a chill in this office tonight。 I am trembling。〃
〃The electric heat is out。 Let me lay you a fire。〃
The camerlegno smiled tiredly。 〃Thank you。 Thank you； very much。〃
Rocher exited the Pope's office where he had left the camerlegno praying by firelight in front of a small statue of the Blessed Mother Mary。 It was an eerie sight。 A black shadow kneeling in the flickering glow。 As Rocher headed down the hall； a guard appeared； running toward
