Chapter 59 Chapter fifty-seven

Lieutenant Collet stood at the barricade outside Savings Bank of Zurich, wondering what had taken Fache so long to obtain a search warrant.Those senior bankers were clearly hiding something.They claim Langdon and Neveu had visited the bank earlier, but were kicked out because they could not provide the correct account number. So why not let us go in and search? Collet's cell phone finally rang.However, the call came from the headquarters at the scene of the Louvre crime. "Have you got a search warrant?" Collet asked hastily. The cop said, "Forget about the bank, Lieutenant. We just got a lead on where Langdon and Neveu are hiding."

Collet sat down on the hood of the car. "Are you joking?" "I got an address in a suburb, near Versailles." "Does Director Fache know about this?" "Don't know yet. He's busy with an important call." "I'll be right there. Let him know as soon as he's done calling." He jotted down the address and jumped into the car.As he was driving away from the bank, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask who had told the police station where Langdon was hiding.But that doesn't matter.He now had a great opportunity to atone for the great mistake he had made by being paranoid.He was about to make one of the most high-profile arrests of his career.

He radioed the people in five other vehicles. "Don't raise the alarm, guys. There's no way Langdon knew we were going." On a country road fifty kilometers away, a black Audi parked in the shadow of trees beside the field.Silas got out of the car and looked in through the iron fence outside the compound.Under the moonlight, he looked up the long slope and saw the villa in the distance.The ground floor of the villa is brightly lit. "The lights are still on at this time, there must be something strange." Thinking about it, Silas couldn't help but chuckled. What the "mentor" told him was true. "I must get the keystone before I can leave here," he vowed, "I must not fail the expectations of the bishop and the 'mentor'."

Silas checked the clip on the Heckler Kitsch, which contained thirteen rounds.He stuffed the pistol through the fence and dropped it on the mossy ground in the yard.Then, grabbing the fence, he jumped up, rolled over, and fell into the fence.Ignoring the pain from the whiplash in his wool shirt, he picked up the gun and started up the long grassy slope.