errogation methods—surveillance cachée—a deft deception in which the police calmly invited a suspect to a crime scene and interviewed him in hopes he would get nervous and mistakenly incriminate himself。
〃Look in your jacket's left pocket；〃 Sophie said。 〃You'll find proof they are watching you。〃
Langdon felt his apprehension rising。 Look in my pocket？ It sounded like some kind of cheap magic trick。
〃Just look。〃
Bewildered； Langdon reached his hand into his tweed jacket's left pocket—one he never used。 Feeling around inside； he found nothing。 What the devil did you expect？ He began wondering if Sophie might just be insane after all。 Then his fingers brushed something unexpected。 Small and hard。 Pinching the tiny object between his fingers； Langdon pulled it out and stared in astonishment。 It was a metallic； button…shaped disk； about the size of a watch battery。 He had never seen it before。 〃What the。。。？〃
〃GPS tracking dot；〃 Sophie said。 〃Continuously transmits its location to a Global Positioning System satellite that DCPJ can monitor。 We use them to monitor people's locations。 It's accurate within two feet anywhere on the globe。 They have you on an electronic leash。 The agent who picked you up at the hotel slipped it inside your pocket before you left your room。〃
Langdon flashed back to the hotel room。。。 his quick shower； getting dressed； the DCPJ agent politely holding out Langdon's tweed coat as they left the room。 It's cool outside； Mr。 Langdon； the agent had said。 Spring in Paris is not all your song boasts。 Langdon had thanked him and donned the jacket。
Sophie's olive gaze was keen。 〃I didn't tell you about the tracking dot earlier because I didn't want you checking your pocket in front of Fache。 He can't know you've found it。〃
Langdon had no idea how to respond。
〃They tagged you with GPS because they thought you might run。〃 She paused。 〃In fact； they hoped you would run； it would make their case stronger。〃
〃Why would I run！〃 Langdon demanded。 〃I'm innocent！〃
〃Fache feels otherwise。〃
Angrily； Langdon stalked toward the trash receptacle to dispose of the tracking dot。
〃No！〃 Sophie grabbed his arm and stopped him。 〃Leave it in your pocket。 If you throw it out； the signal will stop moving； and they'll know you found the dot。 The only reason Fache left you alone is because he can monitor where you are。 If he thinks you've discovered what he's doing。。。〃 Sophie did not finish the thought。 Instead； she pried the metallic disk from Langdon's hand and slid it back into the pocket of his tweed coat。 〃The dot stays with you。 At least for the moment。〃
Langdon felt lost。 〃How the hell could Fache actually believe I killed Jacques Saunière！〃
〃He has some fairly persuasive reasons to suspect you。〃 Sophie's expression was grim。 〃There is a piece of evidence here that you have not yet seen。 Fache has kept it carefully hidden from you。〃
Langdon could only stare。
〃Do you recall the three lines of text that Saunière wrote on the floor？〃
Langdon nodded。 The numbers and words were imprinted on Langdon's mind。
Sophie's voice dropped to a whisper now。 〃Unfortunately； what you saw was not the entire message。 There was a fourth line that Fache photographed and then wiped clean before you arrived。〃
Although Langdon knew the soluble ink of a watermark stylus could easily be wiped away； he could not imagine why Fache would erase evidence。
〃The last line of the message；〃 Sophie said； 〃was something Fache did not want you to know about。〃 She paused。 〃At least not until he was done with you。〃
Sophie produced a puter printout of a photo from her sweater pocket and began unfolding it。 〃Fache uploaded images of the crime scene to the Cryptology Department earlier tonight in hopes we could figure out what Saunière's message was trying to say。 This is a photo of the plete message。〃 She handed the page to Langdon。
Bewildered； Langdon looked at the image。 The close…up photo revealed the glowing message on the parquet floor。 The final line hit Langdon like a kick in the gut。
13…3…2…21…1…1…8…5
O； Draconian devil！
Oh； lame saint！
P。S。 Find Robert Langdon
CHAPTER 13
For several seconds； Langdon stared in wonder at the photograph of Saunière's postscript。 P。S。 Find Robert Langdon。 He felt as if the floor were tilting beneath his feet。 Saunière left a postscript with my name on it？ In his wildest dreams； Langdon could not fathom why。
〃Now do you understand；〃 Sophie said； her eyes urgent； 〃why Fache ordered you here tonight； and why you are his primary suspect？〃
The only thing Langdon understood at the moment was why Fache had looked so smug when Langdon suggested Saunière would have accused his killer by name。
Find Robert Langdon。
〃Why would Saunière write this？〃 Langdon demanded； his confusion now giving way to anger。 〃Why would I want to kill Jacques Saunière？〃
〃Fache has yet to uncover a motive； but he has been recording his entire conversation with you tonight in hopes you might reveal one。〃
Langdon opened his mouth； but still no words came。
〃He's fitted with a miniature microphone；〃 Sophie explained。 〃It's connected to a transmitter in his pocket that radios the signal back to the mand post。〃
〃This is impossible；〃 Langdon stammered。 〃I have an alibi。 I went directly back to my hotel after my lecture。 You can ask the hotel desk。〃
〃Fache already did。 His report shows you retrieving your room key from the concierge at about ten…thirty。 Unfortunately； the time of the murder was closer to eleven。 You easily could have left your hotel room unseen。〃
〃This is insanity！ Fache has no evidence！〃
Sophie's eyes widened as if to say： No evidence？ 〃Mr。 Langdon； your name is written on the floor beside the body； and Saunière's date book says you were with him at approximately the time of the murder。〃 She paused。 〃Fache has more than enough evidence to take you into custody for questioning。〃
Langdon suddenly sensed that he needed a lawyer。 〃I didn't do this。〃
Sophie sighed。 〃This is not American television； Mr。 Langdon。 In France； the laws protect the police； not criminals。 Unfortunately； in this case； there is also the media consideration。 Jacques Saunière was a very prominent and well…loved figure in Paris； and his murder will be news in the morning。 Fache will be under immediate pressure to make a statement； and he looks a lot better having a suspect in custody already。 Whether or not you are guilty； you most certainly will be held by DCPJ until they can figure out what really happened。〃
Langdon felt like a caged animal。 〃Why are you telling me all this？〃
〃Because； Mr。 Langdon； I believe you are innocent。〃 Sophie looked away for a moment and then back into his eyes。 〃And also because it is partially my fault that you're in trouble。〃
〃I'm sorry？ It's your fault Saunière is trying to frame me？〃
〃Saunière wasn't trying to frame you。 It was a mistake。 That message on the floor was meant for me。〃
Langdon needed a minute to process that one。 〃I beg your pardon？〃
〃That message wasn't for the police。 He wrote it for me。 I think he was forced to do everything in such a hurry that he just didn't realize how it would look to the police。〃 She paused。 〃The numbered code is meaningless。 Saunière wrote it to make sure the investigation included cryptographers； ensuring that I would know as soon as possible what had happened to him。〃
Langdon felt himself losing touch fast。 Whether or not Sophie Neveu had lost her mind was at this point up for grabs； but at least Langdon now understood why she was trying to help him。 P。S。 Find Robert Langdon。 She apparently believed the curator had left her a cryptic postscript telling her to find Langdon。 〃But why do you think his message was for you？〃
〃The Vitruvian Man；〃 she said flatly。 〃That particular sketch has always been my favorite Da Vinci work。 Tonight he used it to catch my attention。〃
〃Hold on。 You're saying the curator knew your favorite piece of art？〃 She nodded。 〃I'm sorry。 This is all ing out of order。 Jacques Saunière and I。。。〃
Sophie's voice caught； and Langdon heard a sudden melancholy there； a painful past； simmering just below the surface。 Sophie and Jacques Saunière apparently had some kind of special relationship。 Langdon studied the beautiful young woman before him； well aware that aging men in France often took young mistresses。 Even so； Sophie Neveu as a 〃kept woman〃 somehow didn't seem to fit。
〃We had a falling…out ten years ago；〃 Sophie said； her voice a whisper now。 〃We've barely spoken since。 Tonight； when Crypto got the call that he had been murdered； and I saw the images of his body and text on the floor； I realized he was trying to send me a message。〃
〃Because of The Vitruvian Man？〃
〃Yes。 And the letters P。S。〃
〃Post Script？〃
She shook her head。 〃P。S。 are my initials。〃
〃But your name is Sophie Neveu。〃
She looked away。 〃P。S。 is the nickname he called me when I lived with him。〃 She blushed。 〃It stood for Princesse Sophie〃
Langdon had no response。
〃Silly； I know；〃 she said。 〃But it was years ago。 When I was a little girl。〃
〃You knew him when you were a little girl？〃
〃Quite well；〃 she said； her eyes welling now with emotion。 〃Jacques Saunière was my grandfather。〃
CHAPTER 14
〃Where's Langdon？〃 Fache demanded； exhaling the last of a cigarette as he paced back into the mand post。
〃Still in the men's room； sir。〃 Lieutenant Collet had been expecting the question。
Fache grumbled； 〃Taking his time； I see。〃
The captain eyed the GPS dot over Collet's shoulder； and Collet could almost hear the wheels turning。 Fache was fighting the urge to go check on Langdon。 Ideally； the subject of an observation was allowed the most time and freedom possible； lulling him into a false sense of security。 Langdon needed to return of his own volition。 Still； it had been almost ten minutes。
Too long。
〃Any chance Langdon is onto us？〃 Fache asked。
Collet shook his head。 〃We're still seeing small movements inside the men's room； so the GPS dot is obviously still on him。 Perhaps he feels ill？ If he had found the dot； he would have removed it and tried to run。〃
Fache checked his watch。 〃Fine。〃
Still Fache seemed preoccupied。 All evening； Collet had sensed an atypical intensity in his captain。 Usually detached and cool under pressure； Fache tonight seemed emotionally engaged； as if this were somehow a personal matter for him。
Not surprising； Collet thought。 Fache needs this arrest desperately。 Recently the Board of Ministers and the media had bee more openly critical of Fache's aggressive tactics； his clashes with powerful foreign embassies； and his gross overbudgeting on new technologies。 Tonight； a high…tech； high…profile arrest of an American would go a long way to silence Fache's critics； helping him secure the job a few more years until he could retire with the lucrative pension。 God knows he needs the pension； Collet thought。 Fache's zeal for technology had hurt him both professionally and personally。 Fache was rumored to have invested his entire savings in the technology craze a few years back and lost his shirt。 And Fache is a man who wears only the finest shirts。
Tonight； there was still plenty of time。 Sophie Neveu's odd interruption； though unfortunate； had been only a minor wrinkle。 She was gone now； and Fache still had cards to play。 He had yet to inform Langdon t