CHAPTER 59

THERE’S NO POINT in pretending I’m not here.

Langdon motioned for Sienna to remain crouched safely out of sight, holding the Dante death mask, which he had resealed in the Ziploc bag.

Then, slowly, Langdon rose to his feet. Standing like a priest behind the altar of the baptistry, Langdon gazed out at his congregation of one. The stranger facing him had sandy-brown hair, designer glasses, and a terrible rash on his face and neck. He scratched nervously at his irritated neck, his swollen eyes flashing daggers of confusion and anger.

“You want to tell me what the hell you’re doing, Robert?! ” he demanded, stepping over the swag and advancing toward Langdon. His accent was American.

“Sure, ” Langdon replied politely. “But first, tell me who you are. ”

The man stopped short, looking incredulous. “What did you say?! ”

Langdon sensed something vaguely familiar in the man’s eyes … his voice, too, maybe. I’ve met him … somehow, somewhere. Langdon repeated his question calmly. “Please tell me who you are and how I know you. ”

The man threw up his hands in disbelief. “Jonathan Ferris? World Health Organization? The guy who flew to Harvard University and picked you up!? ”

Langdon tried to process what he was hearing.

“Why haven’t you called in?! ” the man demanded, still scratching at his neck and cheeks, which looked red and blistered. “And who the hell is the woman I saw you come in here with?! Is she the one you’re working for now? ”

Sienna scrambled to her feet beside Langdon and immediately took charge. “Dr. Ferris? I’m Sienna Brooks. I’m also a doctor. I work here in Florence. Professor Langdon was shot in the head last night. He has retrograde amnesia, and he doesn’t know who you are or what happened to him over the last two days. I’m here because I’m helping him. ”

As Sienna’s words echoed through the empty baptistry, the man cocked his head, puzzled, as if her meaning had not quite registered. After a dazed beat, he staggered back a step, steadying himself on one of the stanchions.

“Oh … my God, ” he stammered. “That explains everything. ”

Langdon watched the anger drain from the man’s face.

“Robert, ” the newcomer whispered, “we thought you had …” He shook his head as if trying to get the pieces to fall into place. “We thought you had switched sides … that maybe they had paid you off … or threatened you … We just didn’t know! ”

“I’m the only one he’s spoken to, ” Sienna said. “All he knows is he woke up last night in my hospital with people trying to kill him. Also, he’s been having terrible visions—dead bodies, plague victims, and some woman with silver hair and a serpent amulet telling him—”

“Elizabeth! ” the man blurted. “That’s Dr. Elizabeth Sinskey! Robert, she’s the person who recruited you to help us! ”

“Well, if that’s her, ” Sienna said, “I hope you know that she’s in trouble. We saw her trapped in the back of a van full of soldiers, and she looked like she’d been drugged or something. ”

The man nodded slowly, closing his eyes. His eyelids looked puffy and red.

“What’s wrong with your face? ” Sienna demanded.

He opened his eyes. “I’m sorry? ”

“Your skin? It looks like you contracted something. Are you ill? ”

The man looked taken aback, and while Sienna’s question was certainly blunt to the point of rudeness, Langdon had wondered the same thing. Considering the number of plague references he’d encountered today, the sight of red, blistering skin was unsettling.

“I’m fine, ” the man said. “It was the damned hotel soap. I’m deathly allergic to soy, and most of these perfumed Italian soaps are soy-based. Stupid me for not checking. ”

Sienna heaved a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing now. “Thank God you didn’t eat it. Contact dermatitis beats anaphylactic shock. ”

They shared an awkward laugh.

“Tell me, ” Sienna ventured, “does the name Bertrand Zobrist mean anything to you? ”

The man froze, looking as if he’d just come face-to-face with the three-headed devil.

“We believe we just found a message from him, ” Sienna said. “It points to someplace in Venice. Does that make any sense to you? ”

The man’s eyes were wild now. “Jesus, yes! Absolutely! Where is it pointing!? ”

Sienna drew a breath, clearly prepared to tell this man everything about the spiraling poem she and Langdon had just discovered on the mask, but Langdon instinctively placed a quieting hand on hers. The man certainly appeared to be an ally, but after today’s events, Langdon’s gut told him to trust no one. Moreover, the man’s tie rang a bell, and he sensed he might very well be the same man he had seen praying in the small Dante church earlier. Was he following us?

“How did you find us in here? ” Langdon demanded.

The man still looked puzzled that Langdon was not recalling things. “Robert, you called me last night to say you had set up a meeting with a museum director named Ignazio Busoni. Then you disappeared. You never called in. When I heard Ignazio Busoni had been found dead, I got worried. I’ve been over here looking for you all morning. I saw the police activity outside the Palazzo Vecchio, and while waiting to find out what happened, by chance I saw you crawling out of a tiny door with …” He glanced over at Sienna, apparently drawing a blank.

“Sienna, ” she prompted. “Brooks. ”

“I’m sorry … with Dr. Brooks. I followed you hoping to learn what the hell you were doing. ”

“I saw you in the Cerchi church, praying, didn’t I? ”

“Yes! I was trying to figure out what you were doing, but it made no sense! You seemed to leave the church like a man on a mission, and so I followed you. When I saw you sneak into the baptistry, I decided it was time to confront you. I paid off the docent for a couple minutes alone in here. ”

“Gutsy move, ” Langdon noted, “if you thought I had turned on you. ”

The man shook his head. “Something told me you would never do that. Professor Robert Langdon? I knew there had to be some other explanation. But amnesia? Incredible. I never would have guessed. ”

The man with the rash began scratching nervously again. “Listen, I was given only five minutes. We need to get out of here, now. If I found you, then the people trying to kill you might find you, too. There is a lot going on that you don’t understand. We need to get to Venice. Immediately. The trick will be getting out of Florence unseen. The people who have Dr. Sinskey … the ones chasing you … they have eyes everywhere. ” He motioned toward the door.

Langdon held his ground, finally feeling like he was about to get some answers. “Who are the soldiers in black suits? Why are they trying to kill me? ”

“Long story, ” the man said. “I’ll explain on the way. ”

Langdon frowned, not entirely liking this answer. He motioned to Sienna and ushered her off to one side, talking to her in hushed tones. “Do you trust him? What do you think? ”

Sienna looked at Langdon like he was crazy for asking. “What do I think? I think he’s with the World Health Organization! I think he’s our best bet for getting answers! ”

“And the rash? ”

Sienna shrugged. “It’s exactly what he says—severe contact dermatitis. ”

“And if it’s not what he says? ” Langdon whispered. “If it’s … something else? ”

“Something else? ” She gave him an incredulous look. “Robert, it’s not the plague, if that’s what you’re asking. He’s a doctor, for heaven’s sake. If he had a deadly disease and knew he was contagious, he wouldn’t be reckless enough to be out infecting the world. ”

“What if he didn’t realize he had the plague? ”

Sienna pursed her lips, thinking a moment. “Then I’m afraid you and I are already screwed … along with everyone in the general area. ”

“You know, your bedside manner could use some work. ”

“Just being honest. ” Sienna handed Langdon the Ziploc bag containing the death mask. “You can carry our little friend. ”

As the two returned to Dr. Ferris, they could see that he was just ending a quiet phone call.

“I just called my driver, ” the man said. “He’ll meet us out in front by the—” Dr. Ferris stopped short, staring down at Langdon’s hand and seeing, for the first time, the dead face of Dante Alighieri.

“Christ! ” Ferris said, recoiling. “What the hell is that?! ”

“Long story, ” Langdon replied. “I’ll explain on the way. ”

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