\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
The fear in Dalton\u2019s voice was evident; to hear it was a real excitement for Langdon.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m meeting Denlow; Why are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Langdon laughed quietly. There was an unmistakably manic smile on his face that looked reptilian with his mouth slightly open and his tongue protruding between his teeth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought that you wanted an end to all of this, Dalton. Why did you arrange a meeting on the Pier of all places? Did you think that a public space would offer you some protection?\u201d<\/p>\n
The sights and sounds of Brighton Pier had been a comfort to Dalton, while he had waited, but now they suddenly seemed to be a noisy background that might cover any kind of mischief, rather than expose it.<\/p>\n
Suddenly Langdon closed the gap between them and thrust a stiletto between Dalton\u2019s ribs, perfectly bisecting the aorta; he would be dead soon, and with limited mess. Langdon sat Dalton down on a nearby bench, lay him down and then opened his copy of the Daily Mail and laid it across his victim\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
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