So why?
There was only one conceivable answer,... So why?
There was only one conceivable answer, and it infuriated himShe thought he might slip back
over the edge as he had done in Hong Kong, where she alone had brought him to his senses, to the
reality that was uniquely his own, a reality of frightening half truths and only partial remembrances,
episodic moments she lived with every day of their lives togetherGod, how he adored her; he
loved her so! And the fact that she had made this foolish, stupid, untenable decision only fueled
that love because it was so—so giving, so outrageously unselfishThere were moments in the Far
East when he had craved his own death, if only to expunge the guilt he felt at putting her in such
dangerous—untenable?—positionsThe guilt was still there, always there, but the aging man in
him recognized another realityThe
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their livesCouldn’t she realize that and leave him alone?
NoFor she was not flying to Paris to save his life—she had too much confidence in Jason
Bourne for thatShe was coming to Paris to save his mindI’ll handle it, MarieI can and will
handle it!
BernardineThe Deuxième could find her at Orly or De GaulleFind her and
take her, put her under guard at a hotel and claim no one knew where he wasJason ran from the
Pont de Solferino to the Quai des Tuileries and to the first telephone he could find
“Can you do it?” asked Bourne“She’s only got one updated passport and it’s American, not
Canadian
“I can try on my own,” answered Bernardine, “but not with any help from the DeuxièmeI don’t
know how much Saint Alex told you, but at the moment my consultant status has
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and I think my desk has been thrown out the window
“Shit!”
“Merde to the triple, mon amiThe Quai d’Orsay wants my underwear burned with me in it, and
were it not for certain information I possess regarding several members of the Assembly, they
would no doubt revive the guillotine
“Can you pass around some money at immigration?”
“It would be better if I acted in my former official capacity on the assumption that the Deuxième
does not so swiftly advertise its embarrassmentsHer full name, pleaseJacques Webb—”
“Ah, yes, I recall now, at least the StJacques,” broke in Bernardine“The celebrated Canadian
economistThe newspapers were filled with her photographLa belle mademoiselle
“It was exposure she could have done without
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“Did Alex say anything about Mo Panov?”
“Your doctor friend?”
“Yes
“Goddamn it!”
“If I may suggest, you must think of yourself now
“Will you pick up the car?”
“Should I?”
“Frankly, I wouldn’t if I were youIt’s unlikely, but the invoice might be traced back to me
There’s risk, however minor
“That’s what I thoughtWhen can I call you?”
“Give me four, perhaps five hours to get back here from the airportsAs our saint explained,
your wife could be leaving from several different points of embarkationTo get all those passenger
manifests will take time
“Concentrate on the flights arriving early tomorrow morningShe can’t fake a passport, she
wouldn’t know how to do it
“According to Alex, one does not underestimate Marie Elise St
He said she was formidable
“She can come at you from the outer limits, I’ll
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“Qu’est-ce que c’est?”
“She’s an original, let’s leave it there
“And you?”
“I’m taking the subwayI’ll call you after midnight
Bourne left the booth knowing his next move as he limped down the Quai, the bandage around
his knee forcing him to assume a damaged legThere was a métro station by the Tuileries where he
would catch a train to Havre-Caumartin and switch to the Regional Express north line past St
Denis-Basilique to ArgenteuilArgenteuil, a town of the Dark Ages founded by Charlemagne in
honor of a nunnery fourteen centuries ago, now fifteen hundred years later a city that housed the
message center of a killer as brutal as any man who roamed the bloody fields with a broadsword in
Charlemagne’s barbaric days, then as now celebrating and sanctifying brutality in the shadows
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