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discoveries, when published, promised to make Noetic Science a topic of mainstream conversation around the world.
    Tonight, however, science was the last thing on her mind. Earlier in the day, she had received some truly upsetting information relating to her brother.
I still can’t believe it’s true.
She’d thought of nothing else all afternoon.
    A pattering of light rain drummed on her windshield, and Katherine quickly gathered her things to get inside. She was about to step out of her car when her cell phone rang.
    She checked the caller ID and inhaled deeply.
    Then she tucked her hair behind her ears and settled in to take the call.

    Six miles away, Mal’akh was moving through the corridors of the U.S. Capitol Building with a cell phone pressed to his ear. He waited patiently as the line rang.
    Finally, a woman’s voice answered. “Yes?”
    “We need to meet again,” Mal’akh said.
    There was a long pause. “Is everything all right?”
    “I have new information,” Mal’akh said.
    “Tell me.”
    Mal’akh took a deep breath. “That which your brother believes is hidden in D.C. . . . ?”
    “Yes?”
    “It can be found.”
    Katherine Solomon sounded stunned. “You’re telling me—it is
real
?”
    Mal’akh smiled to himself. “Sometimes a legend that endures for centuries . . . endures for a reason.”

CHAPTER 6
    Is this as close as you can get?” Robert Langdon felt a sudden wave of anxiety as his driver parked on First Street, a good quarter mile from the Capitol Building.
    “Afraid so,” the driver said. “Homeland Security. No vehicles near landmark buildings anymore. I’m sorry, sir.”
    Langdon checked his watch, startled to see it was already 6:50. A construction zone around the National Mall had slowed them down, and his lecture was to begin in ten minutes.
    “Weather’s turning,” the driver said, hopping out and opening Langdon’s door for him. “You’ll want to hurry.” Langdon reached for his wallet to tip the driver, but the man waved him off. “Your host already added a very generous tip to the charge.”
    Typical Peter,
Langdon thought, gathering his things. “Okay, thanks for the ride.”
    The first few raindrops began to fall as Langdon reached the top of the gracefully arched concourse that descended to the new “underground” visitors’ entrance.
    The Capitol Visitor Center had been a costly and controversial project. Described as an underground city to rival parts of Disney World, this subterranean space reportedly provided over a half-million square feet of space for exhibits, restaurants, and meeting halls.
    Langdon had been looking forward to seeing it, although he hadn’t anticipated quite this long a walk. The skies were threatening to open at any moment, and he broke into a jog, his loafers offering almost no traction on the wet cement.
I dressed for a lecture, not a four-hundred-yard downhill dash through the rain!
    When he arrived at the bottom, he was breathless and panting. Langdon pushed through the revolving door, taking a moment in the foyer to catch his breath and brush off the rain. As he did, he raised his eyes to the newly completed space before him.
    Okay, I’m impressed.
    The Capitol Visitor Center was not at all what he had expected. Because the space was underground, Langdon had been apprehensive about passing through it. A childhood accident had left him stranded at the bottom of a deep well overnight, and Langdon now lived with an almost crippling aversion to enclosed spaces. But this underground space was . . . airy somehow.
Light. Spacious.
    The ceiling was a vast expanse of glass with a series of dramatic light fixtures that threw a muted glow across the pearl-colored interior finishes.
    Normally, Langdon would have taken a full hour in here to admire the architecture, but with five minutes until showtime, he put his head down and dashed through the main hall toward the security checkpoint and escalators.
Relax,
he told himself.
Peter