Deception Point is a 2001 techno-thriller novel by Dan Brown. The plot concerns a meteorite found within the Arctic Circle that may provide proof ofextraterrestrial life, and attempts by dark forces to prevent this finding from becoming public.
From the book
Toulos Restaurant, adjacent to Capitol Hill, boasts a politically incorrect menu of
baby veal and horse carpaccio, making it an ironic hotspot for the quintessential
Washingtonian power breakfast. This morning Toulos was busy—a cacophony of
clanking silverware, espresso machines, and cellphone conversations.
The maitre d’ was sneaking a sip of his morning Bloody Mary when the woman
entered. He turned with a practiced smile.
“Good morning,” he said. “May I help you?”
The woman was attractive, in her mid-thirties, wearing gray, pleated flannel pants,
conservative flats, and an ivory Laura Ashley blouse. Her posture was
straight—chin raised ever so slightly—not arrogant, just strong. The woman’s hair
was light brown and fashioned in Washington’s most popular style—the “anchorwoman”—
a lush feathering, curled under at the shoulders…long enough to be
sexy, but short enough to remind you she was probably smarter than you.
“I’m a little late,” the woman said, her voice unassuming. “I have a breakfast
meeting with Senator Sexton.”
The maitre d’ felt an unexpected tingle of nerves. Senator Sedgewick Sexton. The
senator was a regular here and currently one of the country’s most famous men.
Last week, having swept all twelve Republican primaries on Super Tuesday, the
senator was virtually guaranteed his party’s nomination for President of the United
States. Many believed the senator had a superb chance of stealing the White
House from the embattled President next fall. Lately Sexton’s face seemed to be
on every national magazine, his campaign slogan plastered all across America:
“Stop spending. Start mending.”
“Senator Sexton is in his booth,” the maitre d’ said. “And you are?”
“Rachel Sexton. His daughter.”
How foolish of me, he thought. The resemblance was quite apparent. The woman
had the senator’s penetrating eyes and refined carriage—that polished air of
resilient nobility. Clearly the senator’s classic good looks had not skipped
generations, although Rachel Sexton seemed to carry her blessings with a grace
and humility her father could learn from.
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From the book
Toulos Restaurant, adjacent to Capitol Hill, boasts a politically incorrect menu of
baby veal and horse carpaccio, making it an ironic hotspot for the quintessential
Washingtonian power breakfast. This morning Toulos was busy—a cacophony of
clanking silverware, espresso machines, and cellphone conversations.
The maitre d’ was sneaking a sip of his morning Bloody Mary when the woman
entered. He turned with a practiced smile.
“Good morning,” he said. “May I help you?”
The woman was attractive, in her mid-thirties, wearing gray, pleated flannel pants,
conservative flats, and an ivory Laura Ashley blouse. Her posture was
straight—chin raised ever so slightly—not arrogant, just strong. The woman’s hair
was light brown and fashioned in Washington’s most popular style—the “anchorwoman”—
a lush feathering, curled under at the shoulders…long enough to be
sexy, but short enough to remind you she was probably smarter than you.
“I’m a little late,” the woman said, her voice unassuming. “I have a breakfast
meeting with Senator Sexton.”
The maitre d’ felt an unexpected tingle of nerves. Senator Sedgewick Sexton. The
senator was a regular here and currently one of the country’s most famous men.
Last week, having swept all twelve Republican primaries on Super Tuesday, the
senator was virtually guaranteed his party’s nomination for President of the United
States. Many believed the senator had a superb chance of stealing the White
House from the embattled President next fall. Lately Sexton’s face seemed to be
on every national magazine, his campaign slogan plastered all across America:
“Stop spending. Start mending.”
“Senator Sexton is in his booth,” the maitre d’ said. “And you are?”
“Rachel Sexton. His daughter.”
How foolish of me, he thought. The resemblance was quite apparent. The woman
had the senator’s penetrating eyes and refined carriage—that polished air of
resilient nobility. Clearly the senator’s classic good looks had not skipped
generations, although Rachel Sexton seemed to carry her blessings with a grace
and humility her father could learn from.
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