I couldn't believe I was back here. It had been three years since I stood in the Grand Gallery at the Louvre museum, staring down at the mutilated body of Jacques Saunière.

Then I had met Sophie Neveu. She'd walked in with the decoded Fibonacci in her hand and my heart had all but stopped. Even in just the dim lights I could see how beautiful she was. But that was all those years ago. I doubted she'd remember now.

(Sophie's POV)

"Robert's in Paris?" I asked Daniel, my work partner. He handed me the newspaper that announced Robert's lecture. My heart fluttered. I hadn't seen him since Saunière's death.

But his lecture wasn't until tomorrow night. Tonight he was at the Louvre for a follow up interview. I had to go. I had to see him again.