Martín nodded and slipped away.
Alone now, Garza took a deep breath and forced his features to relax, hoping to erase all traces of his growing anger and confusion. Calmly, he strolled back into the living room.
“All is well with Ms. Vidal,” Garza announced with a smile as he entered. “She’ll be here later. I’m headed down to the security office to confirm her transportation personally.” Garza gave Julián a confident nod and then turned to Bishop Valdespino. “I’ll be back shortly. Don’t go away.”
With that, he turned and strode out.
—
As Garza exited the apartment, Bishop Valdespino stared after him, frowning.
“Is something wrong?” the prince asked, eyeing the bishop closely.
“Yes,” Valdespino replied, turning back to Julián. “I’ve been taking confessions for fifty years. I know a lie when I hear one.”
CHAPTER 34
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CHAPTER 35
Ambra Vidal stood alone in the cabin of the water taxi, clutching Robert Langdon’s jacket around her. Minutes ago, when Langdon asked why she had agreed to marry a man she barely knew, Ambra had replied truthfully.
I was given no choice.
Her engagement to Julián was a misfortune she could not bear to relive tonight, not with everything else that had happened.
I was trapped.
I’m still trapped.
Now, as Ambra looked at her own reflection in the dirty window, she felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness engulf her. Ambra Vidal was not one to indulge in self-pity, but at the moment her heart felt brittle and adrift. I’m engaged to a man who is involved somehow in a brutal murder.
The prince had sealed Edmond’s fate with a single phone call only an hour before the event. Ambra had been frantically preparing for the arrival of the guests when a young staff member had rushed in, excitedly waving a slip of paper.
“?Se?ora Vidal! ?Mensaje para usted!”
The girl was giddy and explained in breathless Spanish that an important call had just come in to the museum’s front desk.
“Our caller ID,” she squeaked, “said Royal Palace of Madrid, and so of course I answered! And it was someone calling from the office of Prince Julián!”
“They called the front desk?” Ambra asked. “They have my cell number.”
“The prince’s assistant said he tried your mobile,” the staffer explained, “but they couldn’t get through.”
Ambra checked her phone. Odd. No missed call. Then she realized that some technicians had just been testing the museum’s cellular jamming system, and Julián’s assistant must have called while her phone was disabled.
“It seems the prince got a call today from a very important friend in Bilbao who wants to attend tonight’s event.” The girl handed Ambra the slip of paper. “He hoped you would be able to add one name to tonight’s guest list?”
Ambra eyed the message.
Almirante Luis ávila (ret.)
Armada Espa?ola
A retired officer from the Spanish navy?
“They left a number and said you can call back directly if you want to discuss it, but that Julián was about to go into a meeting, so you probably won’t reach him. But the caller insisted that the prince does hope this request is not an imposition.”
An imposition? Ambra smoldered. Considering what you’ve already put me through?
“I’ll take care of it,” Ambra said. “Thank you.”
The young staffer danced away as if she’d just relayed the word of God Himself. Ambra glared at the prince’s request, irritated that he would think it appropriate to exert his influence with her in this way, especially after lobbying so hard against her participation in tonight’s event.
Once again, you leave me no choice, she thought.
If she ignored this request, the result would be an uncomfortable confrontation with a prominent naval officer at the front door. Tonight’s event was meticulously choreographed and would attract unparalleled media coverage. The last thing I need is an embarrassing tussle with one of Julián’s high-powered friends.
Admiral ávila had not been vetted or placed on the “cleared” list, but Ambra suspected that demanding a security check was both unnecessary and potentially insulting. After all, the man was a distinguished naval officer with enough power to pick up the phone, call the Royal Palace, and ask the future king for a favor.
And so, facing a tight schedule, Ambra made the only decision she could make. She wrote Admiral ávila’s name on the guest list at the front door, and also added it to the docenting database so a headset could be initialized for this new guest.
Then she went back to work.
And now Edmond is dead, Ambra reflected, returning to the present moment in the darkness of the water taxi. As she tried to rid her mind of the painful memories, a strange thought occurred to her.
I never spoke directly to Julián…the entire message was relayed through third parties.
The notion brought with it a small ray of hope.
Is it possible that Robert is right? And that maybe Julián is innocent?
She considered it a moment longer and then hurried outside.
She found the American professor standing alone on the bow, hands on the railing as he stared out into the night. Ambra joined him there, startled to see that the boat had left the main branch of the Nervión River and was now skimming northward along a small tributary that seemed less of a river than a perilous channel with high muddy banks. The shallow water and tight quarters made Ambra nervous, but their boat captain seemed unfazed, racing along the narrow gorge at top speed, his headlight blazing the way.
She quickly told Langdon about the call from Prince Julián’s office. “All I really know is that the museum’s front desk got a call that originated in the Royal Palace of Madrid. Technically, that call could have been from anyone there claiming to be Julián’s assistant.”
Langdon nodded. “That may be why the person chose to relay the request to you rather than talk to you directly. Any idea who might be involved?” Considering Edmond’s history with Valdespino, Langdon was inclined to look toward the bishop himself.
“It could be anybody,” Ambra said. “It’s a delicate time in the palace right now. With Julián taking center stage, a lot of the old advisers are scrambling to find favor and gain Julián’s ear. The country is changing, and I think a lot of the old guard are desperate to retain power.”
“Well, whoever is involved,” Langdon said, “let’s hope they don’t figure out we’re trying to locate Edmond’s password and release his discovery.”
As he spoke the words, Langdon felt the stark simplicity of their challenge.
He also sensed its blunt peril.
Edmond was murdered to keep this information from being released.
For an instant, Langdon wondered if his safest option might be simply to fly directly home from the airport and let someone else handle all this.
Safe, yes, he thought, but an option…no.
Langdon felt a profound sense of duty toward his old student, along with moral outrage that a scientific breakthrough could be so brutally censored. He also felt a deep intellectual curiosity to learn exactly what Edmond had discovered.