We've got to get off the road, Langdon thought. He could barely even see where they were headed. The truck's lone working headlight had been knocked off-center and was casting a skewed sidelong beam into the woods beside the country highway. Apparently the armor in this “armored truck” referred only to the cargo hold and not the front end. Sophie sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the rosewood box on her lap. “Are you okay?” Langdon asked. Sophie looked shaken. “Do you believe him?” “About the three additional murders? Absolutely. It answers a lot of questions—the issue of your grandfather's desperation to pass on the keystone, as well as the intensity with which Fache is hunting me.” “No, I meant about Vernet trying to protect his bank.” Langdon glanced over. “As opposed to?” “Taking the keystone for himself.” Langdon had not even considered it. “How would he even know what this box contains?” “His bank stored it.
