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does, the obsession?s compounded, your death replacing his?giving him some kind of symbolic
triumph maybe
?You?ve been talking to Panov too muchI called the hospital at three o?clock this morning?five o?clock, Paris timeHe may lose
the use of his left arm and suffer partial paralysis of his right leg, but they think he?ll make it now
?I don?t give a goddamn about his arms or his legsWhat about his head??
?Apparently it?s intactThe chief nurse on the floor said that for a doctor he?s a terrible patient
?Thank Christ!?
?I thought you were an agnostic
?It?s a symbolic phrase, check with Mo Bourne noticed the gun in Alex?s belt; he gestured at
the weapon?That?s a little obvious, isn?t it??
?For whom??
?Room service,? replied Jason?I phoned for whatever gruel they?ve got and a large pot of
coffeeKrupkin said we don?t let anyone in here and I gave him my word
?That?s a crock of paranoia??
?Almost my words, but this is his turf, not oursJust like the windows
?Wait a minute!? white ceramic chanel watch exclaimed Bourne?Suppose he is right??
?Unlikely, but possible, except that?? Conklin could not finish his statementJason reached
under the right rear flap of his jacket, yanked out his own Graz Burya and started for the hallway
door of the suite?What are you doing?? cried Alex
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?Probably giving your friend ?Kruppie? more credit than he deserves, but it?s worth a tryGet
over there,? ordered Bourne, pointing to the far left corner of the room?I?ll leave the door
unlocked, and when the steward gets here, tell him to come in?in Russian
?What about you??
?There?s an ice machine down the hall; it doesn?t work, but it?s in a cubicle along with a Pepsi
machineThat doesn?t work either, but I?ll slip inside
?Thank God for capitalists, no matter how misguidedGo on!?
The Medusan once known as Delta unlatched the door, opened it, glanced up and down the
Metropole?s corridor and rushed outsideHe raced down the hallway to the cut-out alcove that
housed the two convenience machines and crouched by the right interior omega seamaster gold wallHe waited, his knees
and legs aching?pains he never felt only years ago?and then he heard the sounds of rolling
wheelsThey grew louder and louder as the cart draped with a tablecloth passed and proceeded to
the door of the suiteHe studied the floor steward; he was a young man in his twenties, blond, short
of stature, and with the posture of an obsequious servant; cautiously he knocked on the doorNo
Carlos he, thought Bourne, getting painfully to his feetHe could hear Conklin?s muffled voice
telling the steward to enter; and as the young man opened the door, shoving the table inside, Jason
calmly inserted his weapon into its concealed placeHe bent over and massaged his right calf, he
could feel the swelling cluster of a muscle cramp
It happened with the impact of a single furious wave against a shoal of rockA figure in black
lurched out of an unseen recess in the corridor, racing past the machinesBourne spun back into the
wallIt was the Jackal!
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Madness! At full force Carlos slammed his right replica fendi spy bag shoulder into the blond-haired waiter, propelling
the young man across the hallway and crashing the room-service table over on its side; dishes and
food splattered the walls and the carpeted floorSuddenly the waiter lunged to his left, spinning in
midair as, astonishingly, he yanked a weapon from his beltThe Jackal either sensed or caught the
movement in the corner of his eyeHe whipped around, his automatic weapon on rapid fire,
savagely pinning the blond Russian into the wall, bullets puncturing the waiter?s head and torsoAt
that prolonged, horrible moment, the enlarged sight line on the barrel of Bourne?s Graz Burya
caught in the waistline of his trousersHe tore the fabric as the eyes of Carlos swept up centering
on his own, fury and triumph in the assassin?s stare
Jason ripped the gun loose, spinning, crouching back into the wall of the small alcove as the
Jackal?s fusillade blew apart the gaudy paneling of the soft-drink machine and tore into the sheets
of heavy plastic that fronted the broken-down ice makerOn his stomach, Bourne surged motorcycle balenciaga across the
opening, the Graz Burya raised and firing as fast as he could squeeze the triggerSimultaneously,
there were other gunshots, not those of a machine pistolAlex was firing from inside the suite!
They had Carlos in their cross fire! It was possible?it could all end in a hotel corridor in Moscow!
Let it happen, let it happen!
The Jackal roared; it was a defiant shriek at having been hitBourne lunged back across the
opening, pivoting once again into the wall, momentarily distracted by the sounds of a now
functioning ice machineAgain he crouched, inching his face toward the corner of the archway
when the murderous insanity in the hallway erupted into the fever pitch of close combatLike an
enraged caged animal, the wounded Carlos kept spinning around in place, continuous bursts from
his weapon exploding as if he were firing through unseen walls that were closing in on himTwo
piercing, hysterical screams came from the far end of the hallway, one male, one female; a couple
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?Then let?s go to work,? said the DCI, pulling a yellow legal pad in front of him?Incidentally,
Alex, a competent field man doesn?t concern himself with rank and won?t trust a man who can?t
convincingly call him by his first nameAs you well know, my name is Holland and my first name
is PeterFrom here on we?re Alex and Peter, got it??
?I?ve got it?PeterYou must have been one son of a bitch in the SEALs
?Insofar as I?m here?geographically, not in this chair?it can be assumed I was competent
?A field man,? mumbled Conklin in approval
?Also, since we?ve dropped the diplomatic drivel expected of someone in this job, you should
understand that I was a hardnosed son of a bitchI want pro input here, Alex, not emotional output
Is that clear??
?I don?t operate any other way, PeterA commitment may be based on emotions and there?s
nothing wrong with that, but the execution of a strategy is ice-coldI was never in the SEALs,
you hard-nosed son of a bitch, but I?m also geographically here, limp and all, and that presumes
I?m also competent
Holland grinned; it was a smile of youth belied by streaked gray hair, the grin of a professional
momentarily freed of gold gucci watches executive concerns so as to return to the world he knew best?We may even
get along,? said the DCIAnd then, as if to drop the last vestige of his directorial image, he placed
his pipe on the table, reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, popped one up to his mouth
and snapped his lighter as he began to write on the legal pad?To hell with the Bureau,? he
continued?We?ll use only our men and we?ll check every one out under a fast microscope
Charles Casset, the lean, bright heir apparent of the CIA?s directorship, sat back in his chair and
sighed?Why do I have the idea that I?m going to have to ride herd on both you gentlemen??
?Because you?re an analyst at heart, Charlie,? answered Holland
The object of controlled surveillance is to expose those who shadow others so as to establish
their identities or take them into custody, whichever suits the strategyThe aim in the present case
was to trap the agents of the Jackal who had lured Conklin and Panov to the amusement park in
BaltimoreWorking through the night and most of the following day, the men of the Central
Intelligence Agency formed a detail of eight experienced field personnel, defined and chanel costume jewelry redefined the
specific routes that Conklin and Panov were to take both individually and together for the next
twenty-four hours?these routes covered by the armed professionals in swift progressive relays?
and finally to design an irresistible rendezvous, unique in terms of time and locationThe early
morning hours at the Smithsonian InstitutionIt was the Dionaea muscipula, the Venus flytrap
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Conklin stood in the narrow, dimly lit lobby of his apartment house and looked at his watch,
squinting to read the dialIt was precisely 2:35 in the morning; he opened the heavy door and
limped out into the dark street, which was devoid of any signs of lifeAccording to their plan he
turned left, maintaining the pace agreed upon; he was to arrive at the comer as close to 2:38 as
possibleSuddenly, he was alarmed; in a shadowed doorway on his right was the figure of a man
Unobtrusively Alex reached under his jacket for his Beretta automaticThere was nothing in the
strategy that called for someone to be in a doorway on this section of the street! Then, as suddenly
as he had been alarmed, he relaxed, feeling equal parts of guilt chanel white watches and relief at what he understood
The figure in shadows was an indigent, an old man in worn-out clothes, one of the homeless in a
land of so much plentyAlex kept going; he reached the corner and heard the low, single click of
two fingers snapped apartHe crossed the avenue and proceeded down the pavement, passing an
alleywayanother old man in disheveled clothing moving slowly
out into the street and then back into the alleyAnother derelict protecting his concrete caveAt any
other time Conklin might have approached the unfortunate and given him a few dollars, but not
nowHe had a long way to go and a schedule to keep
Morris Panov approached the intersection still bothered by the curious telephone conversation
he had had ten minutes ago, still trying to recall each segment of the plan he was to follow, afraid to
look at his watch to see if he had reached a specific place within a specific time span?he had been
told not to look at his watch in the street and why couldn?t they say ?at approximately such and
such? rather than the somewhat unnerving term ?time span,? as if a military invasion of
Washington were imminentRegardless, he kept walking, crossing chanel purse white the streets he was told to cross,
hoping some unseen clock kept him relatively in tune with the goddamned ?time spans? that had
been determined by his striding back and forth between two pegs on some lawn behind a garden
apartment in Vienna, VirginiaHe would do anything for David Webb?good Christ,
anything!?but this was insaneYet, of course, it wasn?tThey would not ask him to do what he
was doing if it were
What was that? A face in shadows peering at him, just like the other two! This one hunched over
on a curb, raising wine-soaked eyes up at himOld men?weather-beaten, old, old men who could
barely move?staring at him! Now he was allowing his imagination to run away with him-the
cities were filled with the homeless, with perfectly harmless people whose psychoses or poverty
drove them into the streetsAs much as he would like to help them, there was nothing he could do
but professionally badger an unresponsive WashingtonThere was another! In an indented space
between two storefronts barricaded by iron gates-he, too, was watching himStop it! You?re being
irrationalOr was he? Of course, he wasGo on, keep to the schedule, that?s what you?re
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At least Jamie is safeI knew Jared would take care of himIf I had to leave him, I couldn't
have left him in better hands I wish I could see him
I'm not asking that!I cringed at the thought of the responsethat request would receive
At the same time, I yearned to see the boy's face for myselfI wanted to be sure that he was
really here, really safe?that they were feeding him and caring for him the way Melanie never
could againThe way I, mother to no one, wanted to care for himDid he have someone to sing
to him at night? To tell him stories? Would this new, angry Jared think of little things like that?
Did he have someone to curl up against when he was frightened?
Do you think they will tell dior saddle bags him that I'm here?Melanie asked
Would that help or hurt him?I asked back
Her thought was a whisper I wish I could tell him that I kept my promise shook my head, amazedo one can say that you didn't come back, just like
alwaysI couldn't tell if she meant for my words now, or if she
meant the bigger picture, bringing her here
I was suddenly exhausted, and I could feel that she was, tooNow that my stomach had settled
a bit and felt almost halfway full, the rest of my pains were not sharp enough to keep me awake
I hesitated before moving, afraid to make any noise, but my body wanted to uncurl and stretch
outI did so as silently as I could, trying to find a piece of the bubble long enough for prada fairy me
Finally, I had to stick my feet almost out the round openingI didn't like doing it, worried that
Jared would hear the movement close to him and think I was trying to escape, but he didn't
react in any wayI pillowed the good side of my face against my arm, tried to ignore the way the
curve of the floor cramped my spine, and closed my eyes
I think I slept, but if I did, it wasn't deeplyThe sound of footsteps was still very far away when
I came fully awake
This time I opened my eyes at onceNothing had changed?I still could see the dull blue light
through the round hole; I still could not see if Jared was outside itSomeone was coming this
way?it was easy to hear that the footsteps were coming louis vuitton purses closerI pulled my legs away from the
opening, moving as quietly as I could, and curled up against the back wall againI would have
liked to be able to stand; it would have made me feel less vulnerable, more prepared to face
whatever was comingThe low ceiling of the cave bubble would barely have allowed me to
kneel
There was a flash of movement outside my prisonI saw part of Jared's foot as he rose silently
to his feetHere you are,? a man saidThe words were so loud after all the empty silence that I
jumpedI recognized the voiceOne of the brothers I'd seen in the desert?the one with the
machete, Kyle
?We're not going to allow this, Jared It was a different speaker, a more reasonable voice
Probably replica chanel jewelry the younger brother, IanThe brothers' voices were very similar?or they would have
been, if Kyle weren't always half shouting, his tone always twisted with anger?We've all lost
somebody?hell, we've all lost everybodyBut this is ridiculous
?If you won't let Doc have it, then it's got to die,? Kyle added, his voice a growl
?You can't keep it prisoner here,? Ian continued?Eventually, it will escape and we'll all be
exposed
Jared didn't speak, but he took one side step that put him directly in front of the opening to my
cell
My heart pumped hard and fast as I understood what the brothers were sayingI
was not to be torturedI was not to be killed?not immediately, anywayJared was keeping louis vuitton travel bags me
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?Do you know what you?re doing?what you?ve done??
?I am with you, with herWhat else matters??
?She?s dead! She took her own life last night! He intended to kill us both
Shut off your radio! screamed Bourne in the silence of his thoughtsKill the radio! It was too
lateThe left door of the chapel opened and the silhouetted figure of a man walked out into the
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floodlit corridor of colored lightsHe was young, muscular and blond, with blunt features and rigid
postureWas the Jackal training someone else to take his place?
?Come with me, please,? said the blond man, his French gentle but icily commanding?You,?
he added, addressing the old man in the tan gabardine suitAt the slightest
sound, fire your gun
Jason watched helplessly as Fontaine was escorted through the door of the chapelFrom the
pocket of his jacket there was an eruption of static followed by a snap; the chanel purses and handbags Frenchman?s radio had
been found and destroyedYet something was wrong, off center, out of balance?or perhaps too
symmetricalIt made no sense for Carlos to use the location of a failed trap a second time, no sense
at all! The appearance of the brother of Fontaine?s wife was an exceptional move, worthy of the
Jackal, a truly unexpected move within the swirling winds of confusion, but not this, not again
Tranquility Inn?s superfluous chapelIt was too orderly, too repetitive, too obvious
And therefore right? considered BourneWas it the illogical logic of the assassin who had
eluded a hundred special branches of the international intelligence community for nearly thirty
years? ?He wouldn?t do that?it?s crazy!? ?Oh, yes, he might because he knows we think it?s
crazy Was the Jackal in the chapel or wasn?t he? If not, where was he? Where had he set his trap?
The lethal chess game was not only supremely intricate, it was replica fendi spy sublimely intimateOthers might
die, but only one of them would liveIt was the only way it could endDeath to the seller of death
or death to the challenger, one seeking the preservation of a legend, the other seeking the
preservation of his family and himselfCarlos had the advantage; ultimately he would risk
everything, for, as Fontaine revealed, he was a dying man and he did not careBourne had
everything to live for, a middle-aged hunter whose life was indelibly marked, split in two by the
death of a vaguely remembered wife and children long ago in far-off CambodiaIt could not, would
not, happen again!
Jason slid down off the coastal wall to the slanting precipice at its baseHe crawled forward to
the two former commandos and whispered, ?They?ve taken Fontaine inside
?Where is the guard?? asked the man nearest Bourne, confusion and anger in his whisper?I
myself placed him here with specific instructionsNo one was chanel jumbo permitted insideHe was to be on the
radio the instant he saw anyone!?
?Then I?m afraid he didn?t see him
?Who??
?A blond man who speaks French
Both commandos whipped their heads toward each other, exchanging glances as the second
guard instantly looked at Jason and spoke quietly?Describe him, please,? he said
?Medium height, large chest and shoulders??
?Enough,? interrupted the first guard?Our man saw him, sirHe is third provost of the
government police, an officer who speaks several languages and is chief of drug investigations
?But why is he here, mon?? the second commando asked his colleagueSaint Jay said the
Crown police are not told everything, they are not part of usHe has Crown boats, six or seven, running back and forth with orders to stop
anyone leaving TranquilityThey are drug boats, monSir Henry calls it a patrol exercise, so
naturally the chief of investigations must be?? The lilting whisper of the quilted chanel bags West Indian trailed off in
midsentence as he looked at his companionThen why isn?t he out on the water, mon? On the
lead boat, mon??
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?Do you like him?? asked Bourne instinctively, surprising himself by his own question?I mean,
do you respect him? I could be wrong but I seem to sense something??
?You are not wrong, sir,? answered the first guard, interrupting?The provost is a cruel man and
he doesn?t like the ?Punjabis,? as he calls usHe?s very quick to accuse us, and many have lost work
because of his rash accusations
?Why don?t you complain, get rid of him? The British will listen to you
?The Crown governor will not, sir,? explained the second guard?He?s very partial to his strict
chief of narcoticsThey are good friends and often go out after the big fish together Jason did see and was suddenly alarmed, very alarmed?Saint Jay told me there used to
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I took a deep breath
Melanie wanted to touch himHis hand was close to mine, resting on the edge of my cot
Please, no,I told hery face hurts quite enough as it is!
He won't hit you'm not willing to risk it
Melanie sighed; she yearned to move toward himIt wouldn't have been so hard to bear if I
weren't yearning also
Give him time,I pleadedet him get used to usWait till he really believes
?Aw, hell!? Kyle grumbledMy gaze flickered toward him at the sound of his voiceI could chanel quilted handbag just
see his bright eyes around Jared's elbow, focused on me?It didn't fall!? he complained
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Jared lunged forward, away from meWith a loud smacking sound, his fist hit Kyle's face
Kyle's eyes rolled back in his head, and his mouth fell slack
The room was very quiet for a few seconds
?Um,? Doc said in a mild voice, ?medically speaking, I'm not sure that was the most helpful
thing for his condition
?ButI feel better,? Jared answered, sullen
Doc smiled the tiniest smile?Well, maybe vintage omega watches a few more minutes of unconsciousness won't kill
him
Doc began looking under Kyle's lids again, taking his pulse?
?What happened?? Wes was by my head, speaking in a murmur
?Kyle tried to kill it,? Jared answered before I could?Are we really surprised??
?Did not,? I muttered
?Altruism seems to come more naturally to it than lies,? Jared noted
?Are youtrying to be annoying?? I demandedMy patience was not waning, but entirely gone
How long had it been since I'd slept? The only thing that ached tiffany silver jewelry worse than my leg was my head
Every breath hurt my sideI realized, with some surprise, that I was in a truly bad mood
?Because if you are, then be assured, you have succeeded
Jared and Wes looked at me with shocked eyesI was sure that if I could see the others, their
expressions would matchHe was the master of the poker face
?Iam female,? I complained?That 'it' business is really getting on my nerves
Jared blinked in surpriseThen his face settled back into harder lines?Because of the body tas hermes you
wear??
Wes glared at him
?Because ofme, ? I hissed
?By whose definition??
?How about by yours? In my species, I am the one that bears youngIs that not female enough
for you??
That stopped him short
As you should,Melanie approvede's wrong, and he's being a pig about it
We girls have to stick together
?That's a story you've never told us,? Wes murmured, while Jared struggled for a rebuttal
?How does that work??
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Introductions were made, and the instant they were over, a barrage of questions was hurled at
the SovietHe held up both hands, as a pope might from his balcony in StPeter?s Square, and
spoke?I will not bore you or disturb you with the trivial details of my flight from Mother Russia,
other than to say I?m aghast at the high price of corruption and will neither forget nor forgive the
filthy accommodations I was forced to endure for the exorbitant sums of money I spentThat
said, thank God for Credit Suisse and those lovely green coupons they issue
?Just tell us what happened,? said Marie
?You, dear lady, are even lovelier than I had imaginedHad we met in Paris I would have
whisked you away from this Dickensian ragamuffin you call a husbandMy, look at your hair?
glorious!?
?He probably couldn?t tell you what color it is,? said Marie, smiling?You?ll be the borse fendi threat I hold
over his peasant head
?Still, for his age he?s remarkably competent
?That?s because I feed him a lot of pills, all kinds of pills, DimitriNow tell us, what happened??
?What happened? They found me out, that?s what happened! They confiscated my lovely house
in Geneva! It?s now an adjunct to the Soviet embassyThe loss is heartbreaking!?
?I think my wife?s talking about the peasant me,? said Webb?You were in the hospital in
Moscow and you found out what someone intended for me?namely, my executionThen you told
Benjamin to get me out of Novgorod
?I have sources, Jason, and errors are made in high places and I?ll incriminate no one by using
namesIf Nuremberg taught us all nothing else, it was that obscene
commands should not be obeyedThat lesson crosses borders and penetrates mindsWe in Russia
suffered far, far more than anyone in America during the last warSome of us remember that, and
we will not chanel classic handbag emulate that enemy
?Well spoken,? said Prefontaine, raising his glass of Perrier to the Soviet?When everything?s
said and done, we?re all part of the same thinking, feeling human race, aren?t we??
?Well,? choked Krupkin, swallowing his fourth brandy, ?beyond that very attractive if overused
observation, there are divisions of commitment, JudgeNot serious, of course, but nevertheless
variedFor instance, although my house on the lake in Geneva is no longer mine, my accounts in
the Cayman Islands remain intensely personalIncidentally, how far are those islands from here??
?Roughly twelve hundred miles due west,? replied St?A jet out of Antigua will get
you there in three hours plus
?That?s what I thought,? said Krupkin?When we were in the hospital in Moscow, Alex
frequently spoke of Tranquility Isle and Montserrat, so I checked the map in the hospital library
Everything seems to be on courseIncidentally, the sac chloe man with the boat, he won?t be dealt with too
harshly, will he? My outrageously expensive ersatz papers are very much in order
?His crime was in his appearance, not in bringing you over here,? answered St
?I was in a hurry, it goes with running for your life
?I?ve already explained to Government House that you?re an old friend of my brother-in-law
?What will you do now, Dimitri?? asked Marie
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?My options are limited, I?m afraidOur Russian bear not only has more claws than a centipede
has legs, she?s also computerized with a global networkI shall have to remain buried for quite
some time while I construct another existenceFrom birth, of course Krupkin turned to the owner
of Tranquility Inn?Would it be possible to lease one of these lovely cottages, MrJacques??
?After what you did for David and my sister, don?t give it a second thoughtThis house is your
house, MrFirst, replica miu miu naturally, there?ll be the trip to the Caymans, where, I?m told, there are
excellent tailors; then perhaps a clever little yacht and a small charter business that can be
substantiated as having been moved from Tierra del Fuego or the Malvinas, some godforsaken
place where a little money can produce an identity and a highly credible if obscure pastAfter these
are set in motion, there?s a doctor in Buenos Aires who does wonders with fingerprints?quite
painlessly, I?m told?and then minor cosmetic surgery?Rio has the best, you know, far better than
New York?just enough to alter the profile and perhaps remove a few yearsFor the past five
days and nights, I?ve had nothing to do but think and plan, enduring situations of passage I would
not describe in front of the lovely Mrs
?You certainly have been thinking,? agreed David?s wife, impressed?And please call me
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Infrared! Arms extended, Bourne lunged at StJacques, propelling him off his feet, away from the
balcony doors?Get out of there!? Jason roared in midair as both crashed to the floor, three
successive snaps crackling the space above them as bullets thumped with finality into the walls of
the villa
?What the hell??
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?He?s out there and he wants me to know it!? said Bourne, shoving his brother-in-law into the
lower molding, crawling beside him, and reaching into the pocket of his guayabera?He knows
who you are, so you?re the first corpse, the one he realizes will drive me to the edge because you?re
Marie?s brother?you?re family and that?s what he?s holding over my headMy family!?
?Jesus Christ! What do we do??
?I do!? replied Jason, pulling the second flare out of his pocket?I send him a messageThe
message that tells him why I?m alive and why I will be when he?s deadStay where you are!?
Bourne pulled his lighter out of his right chanel handbags collection pocket and ignited the flareScrambling, he raced across
the balcony doors hurling the hissing, blinding missile out into the darknessTwo snaps followed,
the bullets ricocheting off the tiled ceiling and shattering the mirror of a dressing table?He?s got a
MAC-ten with a silencer,? said Medusa?s Delta, rolling into the wall, grabbing his inflamed neck as
he did so?I have to get out of here!?
?David, you?re hurt!?
?That?s nice Jason Bourne got to his feet and raced to the door; slamming it back, he rushed
into the villa?s living room, only to face a frowning Canadian physician
?I heard some noise in there,? said the doctor?Is everything all right??
?I have to leave
?Now, see here! There?s blood on your bandage, the sutures??
?Get your ass on the floor!?
?You?re not twenty-one, MrWebb??
?Get out of my life!? shouted Bourne, running to the entrance, letting himself outside, and
rushing up the lighted path toward the main complex, suddenly aware of the deafening steel band,
its sound amplified throughout the grounds by a score of speakers nailed to the trees
The white chanel j12 watch undulating cacophony was overwhelming, and that was not to his disadvantage, thought
JasonAngus McLeod had been true to his wordThe huge glass-enclosed circular dining room
held the few remaining guests and the fewer staff, and that meant the Chameleon had to change
colorsHe knew the mind of the Jackal as well as he knew his own, and that meant that the assassin
would do exactly what he himself would do under the circumstancesThe hungry, salivating wolf
went into the cave of its confused, rabid quarry and pulled out the prized piece of meatSo would
he, shedding the skin of the mythical chameleon, revealing a much larger beast of prey?say, a
Bengal tiger?which could rip a jackal apart in his jawsWhy were the images important? Why?
He knew why, and it filled him with a feeling of emptiness, a longing for something that had
passed?he was no longer Delta, the feared guerrilla of Medusa; nor was he the Jason Bourne of
Paris and the Far EastThe older, much older, David Webb kept intruding, invading, trying to find
reason within insanity and violence
No! Get away chloe black from me! You are nothing and I am everything! Go away, David, for Christ?s
sake, go away
Bourne spun off the path and ran across the harsh, sharp tropical grass toward the side entrance
of the innInstantly, breathlessly, he cut his pace to a walk at the sight of a figure coming through
the door; then upon recognizing the man, he resumed runningIt was one of the few members of
Tranquility?s staff he remembered and one of the few he wished he could forgetThe insufferable
snob of an assistant manager named Pritchard, a loquacious bore, albeit hardworking, who never let
anyone forget his family?s importance in Montserrat?especially an uncle who was deputy director
of immigration, a not so incidental plus for Tranquility Inn, David Webb suspected
?Pritchard!? shouted Bourne, approaching the man?Have you got the bandages??
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?Why, sir!? cried the assistant manager, genuinely flusteredWe were told you
left this afternoon??
?Oh, shit!?
?Sir? Such condolences of sorrow so pain my lips??
?Just keep them shut, PritchardDo you chanel bags collection understand me??
?Of course, I was not here this morning to greet you or this afternoon to bid you farewell and
express my deepest feelings, for MrSaint Jay asked me to work this evening, through the night,
actually??
?Pritchard, I?m in a hurryGive me the bandages and don?t tell anyone?anyone?that you saw
meI want that very clear
?Oh, it is clear, sir,? said Pritchard, handing over the three different rolls of elasticized tape
?Such privileged information is safe with me, as safe as the knowledge that your wife and children
were staying here?oh, God forgive me! Forgive me, sir!?
?I will and He will if you keep your mouth shutI am so privileged!?
?You?ll be shot if you abuse the privilegeIs that clear??
?Sir??
?Don?t faint, PritchardGo down to the villa and tell MrSaint Jay that I?ll be in touch with him
and he?s to stay thereHave you got that? He?s to stay thereYou, too, for that matter
?Perhaps I could??
?Forget itGet out of here!?
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?I'll tell you why,? I said, making my voice louder than I wanted toBut it had the effect I was
afterIan and Jared and Kyle turned to stare at me, fight forgotten for the moment?I didn't let you fall because? because I'm notlike
youI'm not saying that I'm not? like humansBecause there are others here who would do the
sameThere are kind and good people herePeople like your brother, and Jeb, and Doc? I'm
saying that I'm not like youpersonally?
Kyle stared at me for a minute and then chuckled?Ouch,? he said, still laughingHe turned
away from us then, his message given, and walked back to get some water?Life for a life,? he
called over his shoulder
I wasn't sure I black spy bag believed himHumans were good liars
CHAPTER 37
Wanted
There was a pattern to the winsIf Jared and Kyle played together, they wonIf Jared played
with Ian, then that team would winIt seemed to me that Jared could not be defeated, until I
saw the brothers play together
At first it seemed to be a strained thing, for Ian at least, playing as teammates with KyleBut
after a few minutes of running in the dark, they fell into a familiar pattern?a pattern that had
existed since long before I'd come to this planet
Kyle knew what Ian would do before Ian did it, and vice versaWithout having to speak, they
told each other everythingEven when Jared pulled all the best players to his cartier watches side?Brandt,
Andy, Wes, Aaron, Lily, and Maggie as goalie?Kyle and Ian were victorious
?Okay, okay,? Jeb said, catching Aaron's goal attempt with one hand and tucking the ball under
his arm?I think we all know the winnersNow, I hate to be a party pooper, but there's work
waiting? and, to be honest, I'm bushed
There were a few halfhearted protests and a few moans, but more laughterNo one seemed too
upset to have the fun endFrom the way a few people sat down right where they were and put
their heads between their knees to breathe, it was clear Jeb wasn't the only one who was tired
out
People began to drift out in twos and threesI scooted to one side of the corridor's dior rasta mouth,
making room for them to pass, probably on their way to the kitchenIt had to be past time for
lunch, though it was hard to mark the hour in this black holeThrough the gaps in the line of
exiting humans, I watched Kyle and Ian
When the game was called, Kyle had raised his hand for a high five, but Ian had stalked past
him without acknowledging the gestureThen Kyle caught his brother's shoulder and spun him
aroundIan knocked Kyle's hand awayI tensed for a fight?and it seemed like one at firstKyle
threw a punch toward Ian's stomachIan dodged it easily, though, and I saw that there was no
force behind itKyle laughed and used his superior reach to rub his fist into replica omega seamaster planet ocean Ian's scalpIan
smacked that hand away, but this time he halfway smiled
?Good game, bro,? I heard Kyle say?You've still got it
?You're such an idiot, Kyle,? Ian answered
?You got the brains; I got the looks
Kyle threw another half-strength punchThis time, Ian caught it and twisted his brother into a
headlockNow he was really smiling, and Kyle was cussing and laughing at the same time
It all looked very violent to me; my eyes narrowed, tight with the stress of watchingBut at the
same time, it brought to mind one of Melanie's memories: three puppies rolling on the grass,
yapping furiously and baring their teeth as if their only desire was to rip out their silver handbags brothers'
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Security routinely photographs Unationals taking those flights
?So? Who is he??
?Ogilvie himself
?What??
?He?s on the two o?clock nonstop to MoscowOnly he?s not supposed to be
?Come again??
?Three separate calls to his office came up with the same informationHe was out of the
country, in London, at the Dorchester, which we know he isn?tHowever, the Dorchester desk
confirmed that he was booked but hadn?t arrived, so they were taking messages
?I don?t understand, Charlie
?It?s a smoke screen and pretty hastily contrivedIn the first place, why would someone as rich
as Ogilvie settle for Aeroflot when he could be on the Concorde to Paris and Air France to
Moscow? Also, why would his office volunteer that he was either in or on his way to London when
he was heading for Moscow??
?The Aeroflot flight?s obvious,? said Holland?It?s the state airline and he?s under Soviet
protectionThe London-Dorchester bit isn?t too hard, eitherIt?s to throw tiffany replica people off?my God, to
throw us off!?
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?Right on, masterSo Valentino did some checking with all that fancy equipment in the cellars
and guess what? Ogilvie and their two teenage children are on a Royal Air Maroc flight to
Casablanca with connections to MarrakeshAir Maroc?Morocco, MarrakeshIn those computer sheets
Conklin had us work up on the Mayflower hotel?s registers, there was a woman?one of three
people he tied to Medusa?who had been in Marrakesh
?I commend your memory, PeterThat woman and Ogilvie?s wife were roommates at
Bennington in the early seventiesFine old families; their pedigrees ensure a large degree of
sticking together and giving advice to one another
?Charlie, what the hell is going on??
?The Ogilvies were tipped off and have gotten outAlso, if I?m not mistaken and if we could
sort out several hundred accounts, we?d learn that millions have been transferred from New York to
God chanel pearls knows where beyond these shores
?And??
?Medusa?s now in Moscow, Mr
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Louis DeFazio wearily dragged his small frame out of the taxi in the boulevard Mass?na, followed
by his larger, heavier, far more muscular cousin Mario from Larchmont, New YorkThey stood on
the pavement in front of a restaurant, its name in red-tubed script across a green-tinted window:
Tetrazzini?s
?This is the place,? said Louis?They?ll be in a private room in the back Mario looked at his watch under the wash of a street lamp?I set the time for
Paris; it?s almost midnight here
?You still haven?t told me their names, LouWhat do we call them??
?You don?t,? answered DeFazio, starting for the entrance?No names?they wouldn?t mean
anything anywayAll you gotta do is be respectful, you know what I mean??
?I don?t have to be told that, Lou, I really don?t,? reprimanded Mario in his soft-spoken voice
?But for my own information, why do you silver chanel even bring it up??
?He?s a high-class diplomatico,? explained the capo supremo, stopping briefly on the pavement
and looking up at the man who had nearly killed Jason Bourne in Manassas, Virginia?He operates
out of Rome from fancy government circles, but he?s the direct contact with the dons in SicilyHe
and his wife are very, very highly regarded, you understand what I?m saying??
?I do and I don?t,? admitted the cousin?If he?s so grand, why would he accept such a menial
assignment as following our targets??
?Because he canHe can go places some of our pagliacci can?t get near, you know what I mean?
Also, I happen to let our people in New York know who our clients were, especially one, capisce?
The dons all the way from Manhattan to the estates south of Palermo have a language they use
exclusively between themselves, did you know that, cugino? It comes down to a couple of
orders: ?Do it? and ?Don?t do it ?
?I think I understand, chanel cc logo earrings Lou
?Respect, yes, my fancy rendering cousin, but not no weakness, capisce? No weakness! The
word?s got to go up and down the line that this is an operation Lou DeFazio took control of and ran
from beginning to endYou got that??
?If that?s the case, maybe I can go home to Angie and the kids,? said Mario, grinningYou shut up, cugino! With this one job you got annuities for your whole passel of
bambinos
?Not a passel, Lou, just fiveRemember, respect, but we don?t take no shit
The small private dining room was a miniature version of Tetrazzini?s decorThe ambience was
Italian in all thingsThe walls were papered with dated, now faded murals of Venice, Rome and
Florence; the softly piped-in music was predominantly operatic arias and tarantellas, and the
lighting indirect with pockets of shadowsIf a patron did not know he was in Paris, he might think
he was dining on Rome?s Via Frascati, at one of the many commercialized family ristoranti lining
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get along,? said the DCIAnd then, as if to drop the last vestige of his directorial image, he placed
his pipe on the table, reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, popped one up to his mouth
and snapped his lighter as he began to write on the legal pad?To hell with the Bureau,? he
continued?We?ll use only our men and we?ll check every one out under a fast microscope
Charles Casset, the lean, bright heir apparent of the CIA?s directorship, sat back in his chair and
sighed?Why do I have the idea that I?m going to have to ride herd on both you gentlemen??
?Because you?re an analyst at heart, Charlie,? answered Holland
The object of controlled surveillance is to expose those who shadow others so as to establish
their identities or take them into custody, whichever suits the strategyThe aim in the present case
was to trap the agents of the Jackal who had lured Conklin and Panov to the amusement park in
BaltimoreWorking through the night and most of the following day, the men of the Central
Intelligence Agency formed a detail of eight experienced field personnel, defined and redefined gucci boston bag the
specific routes that Conklin and Panov were to take both individually and together for the next
twenty-four hours?these routes covered by the armed professionals in swift progressive relays?
and finally to design an irresistible rendezvous, unique in terms of time and locationThe early
morning hours at the Smithsonian InstitutionIt was the Dionaea muscipula, the Venus flytrap
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Conklin stood in the narrow, dimly lit lobby of his apartment house and looked at his watch,
squinting to read the dialIt was precisely 2:35 in the morning; he opened the heavy door and
limped out into the dark street, which was devoid of any signs of lifeAccording to their plan he
turned left, maintaining the pace agreed upon; he was to arrive at the comer as close to 2:38 as
possibleSuddenly, he was alarmed; in a shadowed doorway on his right was the figure of a man
Unobtrusively Alex reached under his jacket for his Beretta automaticThere was nothing in the
strategy that called for someone to be in a doorway on this section of the street! Then, as suddenly
as he had been alarmed, he gucci clearance relaxed, feeling equal parts of guilt and relief at what he understood
The figure in shadows was an indigent, an old man in worn-out clothes, one of the homeless in a
land of so much plentyAlex kept going; he reached the corner and heard the low, single click of
two fingers snapped apartHe crossed the avenue and proceeded down the pavement, passing an
alleywayanother old man in disheveled clothing moving slowly
out into the street and then back into the alleyAnother derelict protecting his concrete caveAt any
other time Conklin might have approached the unfortunate and given him a few dollars, but not
nowHe had a long way to go and a schedule to keep
Morris Panov approached the intersection still bothered by the curious telephone conversation
he had had ten minutes ago, still trying to recall each segment of the plan he was to follow, afraid to
look at his watch to see if he had reached a specific place within a specific time span?he had been
told not to look at his watch in the street and why couldn?t they say ?at approximately such and
such? rather than the somewhat unnerving term ?time span,? as if a military vintage chanel jewelry invasion of
Washington were imminentRegardless, he kept walking, crossing the streets he was told to cross,
hoping some unseen clock kept him relatively in tune with the goddamned ?time spans? that had
been determined by his striding back and forth between two pegs on some lawn behind a garden
apartment in Vienna, VirginiaHe would do anything for David Webb?good Christ,
anything!?but this was insaneYet, of course, it wasn?tThey would not ask him to do what he
was doing if it were
What was that? A face in shadows peering at him, just like the other two! This one hunched over
on a curb, raising wine-soaked eyes up at himOld men?weather-beaten, old, old men who could
barely move?staring at him! Now he was allowing his imagination to run away with him-the
cities were filled with the homeless, with perfectly harmless people whose psychoses or poverty
drove them into the streetsAs much as he would like to help them, there was nothing he could do
but professionally badger an unresponsive WashingtonThere was another! In an indented space
between two storefronts barricaded by iron gates-he, too, was watching cartier pasha watch himStop it! You?re being
irrationalOr was he? Of course, he wasGo on, keep to the schedule, that?s what you?re
supposed to doGood God! There?s anotherKeep going!
The vast moonlit grounds of the Smithsonian dwarfed the two figures as they converged from
intersecting paths, joining each other and proceeding to a benchConklin lowered himself with the
aid of his cane while Mo Panov looked around nervously, listening, as if he expected the
unexpectedIt was 3:28 in the predawn morning, the only noises the subdued rattle of crickets and
mild summer breezes through the treesGuardedly Panov sat down
?Anything happen on the way here?? asked Conklin
?I?m not sure,? replied the psychiatrist?I?m as lost as I was in Hong Kong, except that over
there we knew where we were going, whom we expected to meet
?You?re contradicting yourself, Mo,? said Alex, smiling?You told me I was cured
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?Oh, that? That was merely obsessive manic-depression bordering on dementia praecoxThis is
nuts! It?s nearly four o?clock in the morningPeople who aren?t nuts do not play games at four
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