Dan Brown The Da Vinci Code

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 Harvard professor Robert Langdon receives an urgent late-night phone call while on business in Paris: the elderly curator of the Louvre, Jacques Saunier, has been brutally murdered inside the museum.

Alongside the body, police have found a series of baffling codes.

Renowned curator Jacques Saunier staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum's Grand Gallery. He lunged for the nearest painting he could see, a Caravaggio. 

Grabbing the gilded frame, the seventy-six-tear-old man heaved the masterpiece toward himself until it tore from the wall, and sauntered and collapsed backward in a heap beneath the canvas.

As he had anticipated, a thundering iron gate fell nearby, barricading the entrance to the suite. the parquet floor shook. Far off, an alarm began to ring.

The curator lay a moment, gasping for breath, taking stock, I am still alive. He crawled out from under the canvas and scanned the cavernous space for someplace to hide. 

A voice spoke, chillingly close. "doner not move."

On his hand and knees, the curator froze, turning his head slowly.

Only fifteen feet away, outside the sealed gate, the mountainous silhouette of his attacker stared through the iron bars. He was broad and tall, with ghost-pale skin and thinning white hair. His irises were pink with dark red pupils. 

The albino drew a pistol from his cost and aimed the barrel through the bars, directly at the curator " You should not have run." His accent was not easy to place." Now tell me where it is."

   "I told you already, the curator stammered, kneeling defenseless on the floor of the gallery." 

I have no idea what you are talking about!" You are lying." The man stared at him, perfectly immobile except for the glint in his ghostly eyes. " You and your brethren possess something that is not yours.

The curator felt a surge of adrenaline. How could he possibly know this?

Tonight the rightful guardian will be returned. tell me where it is hidden, and you will live. The man leveled his gun at the curator's head.

 " Is it a secret you will die for? Wincing in pain, he summoned all of his faculties and strength. 

The desperate task before him, he knew, would require every remaining second of his life.

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