Rachel sat in the back seat of Teabing's Java Black Pearl Range Rover sandwiched between Sophie Neveu and Leigh Teabing. She felt awfully overwhelmed. She figured even before her shift that she would be involved in the hunt for Jacques Sauniere's killer but she had never dreamt that she would be this deeply implicated. She took a deep breath, her heart was hammering in her chest, she was running from her own colleagues, her head felt battered. She didn't really know why she had ran. She knew that Sophie was right, Fache would have detained Langdon because he was sure of his guilt. But why? Fache was certain without a shadow of a doubt but it seemed more than likely that they in fact had the real killer bound in the boot of the Rover, in the form of the albino monk. The monk. Her mind started to wander but she shook off any other thoughts to determine Fache's behaviour. The monk was not working alone, on that she was positive but to who he was working for her mind couldn't grasp. She heard Langdon apologise about implicating Teabing and herself but that didn't matter. There was no way of her getting out of this until they had caught the people responsible. For now, she knew to her colleagues she'd seem as guilty as Langdon and Neveu. She closed her eyes and thought, outraged at her own stupidity for leaving with them. They'll think I've helped them run. They'll think I'm their bloody contact.
In the boot of the Range Rover Silas began kicking wildly. A familiar sense of rage battling with his sense of panic at his current situation and the subsequent danger to the mission. The cripple turned around and fear flooded through Silas as he looked directly into the barrel of his own gun.
"I can't imagine your complaint sir," The cripple was saying, "I would be well within my rights to shoot you."
Silas was infuriated but knew he was not in the position of power. He dropped his legs and stared at the cripple viscously until he turned around. His brain was whirring as he tried to think of any way he could get out of this situation, at least a way to contact the Teacher, but he could think of nothing, all seemed hopeless. In the front of the car he could hear the others talking, they had worked out that he was working for someone and they knew they thought they were in a position of power. They thought they could force Silas into revealing who he was working for. Silas felt a flicker of relief as he appreciated the intelligence of the Teacher. The Teacher understood the risks, that was why his identity was unknown, even to Silas. Not that it mattered, even if Silas knew he would never tell them. He could endure pain and he was willing to sacrafice his life for the mission. The Teacher had intelligence far greater than any of the others and would soon realise what had happened to Silas and he would find a way to get back on track. Silas let out a long, silent sigh. All he could do now was prayer.