Her husband had disappearedWhere had he gone?...
Her husband had disappearedWhere had
he gone? Into the gardens? Into the street with the crowds and the traffic from the Pont d’Iéna? For
Christ’s sake, where?
“Jason!” she had screamed at the top of her voice“Jason, come back!”
People had looked at her, some with the empathetic glances of lovers burned, most simply
disapprovingShe had run down the never-ending steps to the street, spending—how long a time
she could not recall—searching for himFinally, in exhaustion, she had taken a taxi back to the
MeuriceIn a daze, she reached her room and fell on the bed, refusing to let the tears comeIt was
no time for tearsIt was a time for a brief rest and food; energy to be restored, the lessons of Jason
BourneThen back into the streets, the hunt to montre cartier extra plate continueAnd as she lay there, staring at the wall,
she felt a swelling in her chest, in her lungs perhaps, and it was accompanied by a sense of passive
elationAs she was looking for David, he was looking for herHer husband had not run away, even
Jason Bourne had not run awayNeither part of the same man could have seen herThere had been
another unknown reason for the sudden, hurried exit from the Trocadéro, but there was only one
reason for his being at the TrocadéroHe, too, was searching what memories he had of Paris
thirteen years agoHe, too, understood that somewhere, someplace in those memories he would
find her
She had rested, ordered room service and two hours later gone out again into the streets
Now, at the moment, as she drank her tea, chanel clutch she could not wait for the light to comeThe day
ahead was meant for searching
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“Bernardine!”
“Mon Dieu, it is four o’clock in the morning, so I can assume you have something vital to tell
this seventy-year-old man
“I’ve got a problem
“I think you have many problems, but I suppose it’s a minor distinctionWhat is it?”
“I’m as close as I can be but I need an end man
“Please speak clearer English, or if you will, far clearer FrenchIt must be an American term,
this ‘end man But then you have so many esoteric phrasesI’m sure someone sits in Langley and
thinks them up
“Come on, I haven’t time for your bon mots
“You come on, my friendI’m not trying to be clever, I’m trying to wake upThere, my feet
are fake chanel on the floor and a cigarette’s in my mouthNow, what is it?”
“My access to the Jackal expects an Englishman to fly over from London this morning with two
million eight hundred thousand francs—”
“Far less than you have at your disposal, I assume,” interrupted Bernardine“The Banque
Normandie was accommodating, was it not?”
“VeryThe money’s there, and that Tabouri of yours is a beautHe tried to sell me real estate in
Beirut
“That Tabouri is a thief—but Beirut is interesting
“I’m being watched, so I can’t go to the bank, and I don’t have any Englishman to bring what I
can’t get to the Pont-Royal
“That’s your problem?”
“Yes
“Are you willing to part with, say, fifty thousand francs?”
“What for?”
“Tabouri
“You signed papers, of course
“Sign ladies gucci bangle watch another paper, handwritten by you and also signed, releasing the money to— Wait a
moment, I must go to my desk There was silence on the line as Bernardine obviously went to
another room in his flat; his voice returned
“Oh, this is lovely,” intoned the former Deuxième specialist“I sank him in his sailboat off the
shoals of the Costa BravaThe sharks had a feeding frenzy; he was so fat and delectableThe name
is Antonio Scarzi, a Sardinian who traded drugs for information, but you know nothing about that,
of course Bourne repeated the last name, spelling it outSeal the envelope, rub a pencil or a pen over your thumb and press your prints along
the sealThen give it to the concierge for MrWhat about the Englishman? This morning? It’s only a few hours rolex diamond watch a