This morning at four forty-five, Langdon had plunged into dead-calm water, beginning his day as
he always did, swimming fifty laps in the deserted Harvard Pool. His physique was not quite
what it had been in his college days as a water-polo all-American, but he was still lean and toned,
respectable for a man in his forties. The only difference now was the amount of effort it took
Langdon to keep it that way.
When Langdon arrived home around six, he began his morning ritual of hand-grinding Sumatra
coffee beans and savoring the exotic scent that filled his kitchen. This morning, however, he was
surprised to see the blinking red light on his voice-mail display. Who calls at six A.M. on a
Sunday? He pressed the button and listened to the message
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he always did, swimming fifty laps in the deserted Harvard Pool. His physique was not quite
what it had been in his college days as a water-polo all-American, but he was still lean and toned,
respectable for a man in his forties. The only difference now was the amount of effort it took
Langdon to keep it that way.
When Langdon arrived home around six, he began his morning ritual of hand-grinding Sumatra
coffee beans and savoring the exotic scent that filled his kitchen. This morning, however, he was
surprised to see the blinking red light on his voice-mail display. Who calls at six A.M. on a
Sunday? He pressed the button and listened to the message
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