Inferno: (Robert Langdon Book 4)

along with a strange little device.”
    “The projector,” Langdon ventured.
    “Exactly. His letter said he wanted me to be the first to visit ground zero, which nobody would ever find without following his Map of Hell. ”
    Langdon pictured the modified Botticelli painting that shone out of the tiny projector.
    The provost added, “Zobrist had contracted me to deliver to Dr. Sinskey the contents of the safe-deposit box, but not until after tomorrow morning. When Dr. Sinskey came into possession of it early, we panicked and took action, trying to recover it in accordance with our client’s wishes.”
    Sinskey looked at Langdon. “I didn’t have much hope of understanding the map in time, so I recruited you to help me. Are you remembering any of this, now?”
    Langdon shook his head.
    “We flew you quietly to Florence, where you had made an appointment with someone you thought could help.”
    Ignazio Busoni.
    “You met with him last night,” Sinskey said, “and then you disappeared. We thought something had happened to you.”
    “And in fact,” the provost said, “something did happen to you. In an effort to recover the projector, we had an agent of mine named Vayentha tail you from the airport. She lost you somewhere around the Piazzadella Signoria.” He scowled. “Losing you was a critical error. And Vayentha had the nerve to blame it on a bird.”
    “I’m sorry?”
    “A cooing dove. By Vayentha’s account, she was in perfect position, watching you from a darkened alcove, when a group of tourists passed. She said a dove suddenly cooed loudly from a window box over her head, causing the tourists to stop and block Vayentha in. By the time she could slip back into the alley, you were gone.” He shook his head in disgust. “Anyway, she lost you for several hours. Finally, she picked up your trail again—and by this time you had been joined by another man.”
    Ignazio , Langdon thought. He and I must have been exiting the Palazzo Vecchio with the mask.
    “She successfully tailed you both in the direction of the Piazza della Signoria, but the two of you apparently saw her and decided to flee, going in separate directions.”
    That makes sense , Langdon thought. Ignazio fled with the mask and hid it in the baptistry before he had a heart attack.
    “Then Vayentha made a terrible mistake,” the provost said.
    “She shot me in the head?”
    “No, she revealed herself too early. She pulled you in for interrogation before you actually knew anything. We needed to know if you had deciphered the map or told Dr. Sinskey what she needed to know. You refused to say a word. You said you would die first.”
    I was looking for a deadly plague! I probably thought you were mercenaries looking to obtain a biological weapon!
    The ship’s massive engines suddenly shifted into reverse, slowing the vessel as it neared the loading dock for the airport. In the distance, Langdon could see the nondescript hull of a C-130 transport plane fueling. The fuselage bore the inscription WORLD HEALTH ORGANIZATION .
    At that moment Brüder arrived, his expression grim. “I’ve just learned that the only qualified response team within five hours of the site is us , which means we’re on our own.”
    Sinskey slumped. “Coordination with local authorities?”
    Brüder looked wary. “Not yet. That’s my recommendation. We don’t have an exact location at the moment, so there’s nothing they could do. Moreover, a containment operation is well beyond the scope of their expertise, and we run the real risk of their doing more damage than good.”
    “Primum non nocere,” Sinskey whispered with a nod, repeating the fundamental precept of medical ethics: First, do no harm.
    “Lastly,” Brüder said, “we still have no word on Sienna Brooks.” He eyed the provost. “Do you know if Sienna has contacts in Venice who might assist her?”
    “It wouldn’t surprise me,” he replied. “Zobrist had disciples everywhere, and if I know Sienna, she’ll be using all available resources to carry out her directive.”
    “You can’t let her get out of Venice,” Sinskey said. “We have no idea what condition that Solublon bag is currently in. If anyone discovers it, all that would be needed at this point is a slight touch to burst the plastic and release the contagion into the water.”
    There was a moment of silence as the gravity of the situation settled in.
    “I’m afraid I’ve got more bad news,” Langdon said. “The gilded