The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown Page A

nerve to give a satisfied smile. “Exactly.”
    Fache's tone lowered to a guttural rumble. “Agent Neveu, I have no idea where the hell you're going with this, but I suggest you get there fast.” He shot an anxious glance at Langdon, who stood nearby with the phone pressed to his ear, apparently still listening to his phone message from the U.S. Embassy. From Langdon's ashen expression, Fache sensed the news was bad.
    “Captain,” Sophie said, her tone dangerously defiant, “the sequence of numbers you have in your hand happens to be one of the most famous mathematical progressions in history.”
    Fache was not aware there even existed a mathematical progression that qualified as famous, and he certainly didn't appreciate Sophie's off-handed tone.
    “This is the Fibonacci sequence,” she declared, nodding toward the piece of paper in Fache's hand. “A progression in which each term is equal to the sum of the two preceding terms.”
    Fache studied the numbers. Each term was indeed the sum of the two previous, and yet Fache could not imagine what the relevance of all this was to Saunière's death.
    “Mathematician Leonardo Fibonacci created this succession of numbers in the thirteenth-century. Obviously there can be no coincidence that
all
of the numbers Saunière wrote on the floor belong to Fibonacci's famous sequence.”
    Fache stared at the young woman for several moments. “Fine, if there is no coincidence, would you tell me
why
Jacques Saunière chose to do this. What is he saying? What does this
mean?
”
    She shrugged. “Absolutely nothing. That's the point. It's a simplistic cryptographic joke. Like taking the words of a famous poem and shuffling them at random to see if anyone recognizes what all the words have in common.”
    Fache took a menacing step forward, placing his face only inches from Sophie's. “I certainly hope you have a much more satisfying explanation than
that
.”
    Sophie's soft features grew surprisingly stern as she leaned in. “Captain, considering what you have at stake here tonight, I thought you might appreciate knowing that Jacques Saunière might be playing games with you. Apparently not. I'll inform the director of Cryptography you no longer need our services.”
    With that, she turned on her heel, and marched off the way she had come.
    Stunned, Fache watched her disappear into the darkness.
Is she out of her mind?
Sophie Neveu had just redefined
le suicide professionnel
.
    Fache turned to Langdon, who was still on the phone, looking more concerned than before, listening intently to his phone message.
The U.S. Embassy
. Bezu Fache despised many things . . . but few drew more wrath than the U.S. Embassy.
    Fache and the ambassador locked horns regularly over shared affairs of state—their most common battleground being law enforcement for visiting Americans. Almost daily, DCPJ arrested American exchange students in possession of drugs, U.S. businessmen for soliciting underage prostitutes, American tourists for shoplifting or destruction of property. Legally, the U.S. Embassy could intervene and extradite guilty citizens back to the United States, where they received nothing more than a slap on the wrist.
    And the embassy invariably did just that.
    L'émasculation de la Police Judiciaire,
Fache called it.
Paris Match
had run a cartoon recently depicting Fache as a police dog, trying to bite an American criminal, but unable to reach because it was chained to the U.S. Embassy.
    Not tonight,
Fache told himself.
There is far too much at stake.
    By the time Robert Langdon hung up the phone, he looked ill.
    “Is everything all right?” Fache asked.
    Weakly, Langdon shook his head.
    Bad news from home,
Fache sensed, noticing Langdon was sweating slightly as Fache took back his cell phone.
    “An accident,” Langdon stammered, looking at Fache with a strange expression. “A friend . . .” He hesitated. “I'll need to fly home first thing in the morning.”
    Fache had no doubt the