The Lost Symbol

The tense silence hung for several seconds, finally broken by the sound of Sato’s phone. She plunged her hand into her pocket and eagerly snatched it out. «Talk to me,» she answered, listening carefully to the reply. «Where is their taxi now? How long? Okay, good. Bring them to the U.S. Botanic Garden. Service entrance. And make sure you get me that god-damn pyramid and capstone.»

Sato hung up and turned back to Bellamy with a smug smile. «Well then. . it seems you’re fast outliving your usefulness.»

CHAPTER 75

Robert Langdon stared blankly into space, feeling too tired to urge the slow-moving taxi driver to pick up the pace. beside him, katherine had fallen silent, too, looking frustrated by their lack of understanding of what made the pyramid so special. they had again been through everything they knew about the pyramid, the capstone, and the evening’s strange events; they still had no ideas as to how this pyramid could possibly be considered a map to anything at all.

Jeova Sanctus Unus? The secret hides within The Order?

Their mysterious contact had promised them answers if they could meet him at a specific place. A refuge in Rome, north of the Tiber. Langdon knew the forefathers’ «new Rome» had been renamed Washington early in her history, and yet vestiges of their original dream remained: the Tiber’s waters still flowed into the Potomac; senators still convened beneath a replica of St. Peter’s dome; and Vulcan and Minerva still watched over the Rotunda’s long-extinguished flame.

The answers sought by Langdon and Katherine were apparently waiting for them just a few miles ahead. Northwest on Massachusetts Avenue. Their destination was indeed a refuge. . north of Washington’s Tiber Creek. Langdon wished the driver would speed up.

Abruptly, Katherine jolted upright in her seat, as if she had made a sudden realization. «Oh my God, Robert!» She turned to him, her face going white. She hesitated a moment and then spoke emphatically. «We’re going the wrong way!»

«No, this is right,» Langdon countered. «It’s northwest on Massachu — »

«No! I mean we’re going to the wrong place!»

Langdon was mystified. He had already told Katherine how he knew what location was being described by the mysterious caller. It contains ten stones from Mount Sinai, one from heaven itself, and one with the visage of Luke’s dark father.

Only one building on earth could make those claims. And that was exactly where this taxi was headed.

«Katherine, I’m certain the location is correct.» «no!» she shouted. «we don’t need to go there anymore. I figured out the pyramid and capstone! I know what this is all about!»

Langdon was amazed. «You understand it?»

«Yes! We have to go to Freedom Plaza instead!»

Now Langdon was lost. Freedom Plaza, although nearby, seemed totally irrelevant.

«Jeova Sanctus Unus!» Katherine said. «The One True God of the Hebrews. The sacred symbol of the

Hebrews is the Jewish star — the Seal of Solomon — an important symbol to the Masons!» She fished a dollar bill out of her pocket. «Give me your pen.»

Bewildered, Langdon pulled a pen from his jacket.

«Look.» She spread the bill out on her thigh and took his pen, pointing to the Great Seal on the back. «If you superimpose Solomon’s seal on the Great Seal of the United States. .» She drew the symbol of a Jewish star precisely over the pyramid. «Look what you get!»

Langdon looked down at the bill and then back at Katherine as if she were mad.

«Robert, look more closely! Don’t you see what I’m pointing at?»

He glanced back at the drawing.

What in the world is she getting at? Langdon had seen this image before. It was popular among conspiracy theorists as «proof» that the Masons held secret influence over our early nation. When the six-pointed star was laid perfectly over the Great Seal of the United States, the star’s top vertex fit perfectly over the Masonic all-seeing eye. . and, quite eerily, the other five vertices clearly pointed to the letters M-A-S-O-N.

«Katherine, that’s just a coincidence, and I still don’t see how it has anything to do with Freedom Plaza.» «look again!» she said, sounding almost angry now. «you’re not looking where i am pointing! Right there. Don’t you see it?»

An instant later, Langdon saw it.

CIA field-operations leader Turner Simkins stood outside the Adams Building and pressed his cell phone tightly to his ear, straining to hear the conversation now taking place in the back of the taxi. Something just happened. His team was about to board the modified Sikorsky UH-60 helicopter to head northwest and set up a roadblock, but now it seemed the situation had suddenly changed.