"Laboratory results came back this morning. A slow, radioactive isotope. Tasteless. Odorless. They found out I pulled the file to give to you. They are cleaning house."
"Because the truth is the only thing that survives the fire," Byrne said, struggling to stand. "You have the diplomatic passport. You speak the languages. You have to get the codex out. Not to the press. To the Swiss Guard Commander. Only the Guard has the autonomy to make an arrest within these walls before the Curia can intervene."
"Tommaso."
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