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igress as she lunged at the killer in priest's clothing。
〃David！〃 she screamed； drawing blood from the face of the Jackal's man。
Gunshots filled the rue de Rivoli。 The crowds panicked； many running into the hotel； many more racing away from the canopied entrance； all shrieking； yelling； seeking safety from the murderous insanity that had suddenly exploded in the civilized street。 In the violent struggle with the man who would kill her husband； the strong Canadian ranch girl ripped the automatic out of his belt and fired it into his head； blood and membranes were blown into the air。
〃Jason！〃 she screamed again as the killer fell； instantly realizing that she stood alone with only the corpse beneath her…she was a target！ Then from certain death there was the sudden possibility of life。 The old aristocratic Frenchman who had recognized her in the lobby came crashing out of the front entrance； his automatic weapon on repeat fire as he sprayed the black limousine； stopping for an instant to switch his aim and shattering the legs of a 〃priest〃 whose weapon was leveled at him。
〃Mon ami！〃 roared Bernardine。
〃Here！〃 shouted Bourne。 〃Where is she？〃
〃A votre droite！ Auprès de…〃 A single gunshot exploded from the glass double doors of the Meurice。 As he fell the Deuxième veteran cried out； 〃Les Capucines； mon ami。 Les Capucines！〃 Bernardine slumped to the pavement； a second gunshot ended his life。
Marie was paralyzed； she could not move！ Everything was a blizzard； a hurricane of iced particles crashing with such force against her face she could neither think nor find meaning。 Weeping out of control； she fell to her knees； then collapsed in the street； her screams of despair clear to the man who suddenly was above her。 〃My children 。。。 oh God； my children！〃
〃Our children；〃 said Jason Bourne； his voice not the voice of David Webb。 〃We're getting out of here； can you understand that？〃
〃Yes 。。。 yes！〃 Marie awkwardly； painfully； swung her legs behind her and lurched to her feet； held by the husband she either knew or did not know。 〃David？〃
〃Of course I'm David。 e on！〃
〃You frighten me…〃
〃I frighten myself。 Let's go！ Bernardine gave us our exit。 Run with me； hold my hand！〃
They raced down the rue de Rivoli； swinging east into the boulevard St。…Michel until the Parisian strollers in their nonchalance de jour made it clear that the fugitives were safe from the horrors of the Meurice。 They stopped m an alleyway and held each other。
〃Why did you do it？〃 asked Marie； cupping his face。 〃Why did you run away from us？〃
〃Because I'm better without you； you know that。〃
〃You weren't before； David…or should I say Jason？〃
〃Names don't matter； we have to move！〃
〃Where to？〃
〃I'm not sure。 But we can move； that's the important thing。 There's a way out。 Bernardine gave it to us。〃
〃He was the old Frenchman？〃
〃Let's not talk about him； okay？ At least not for a while。 I'm shredded enough。〃
〃All right； we won't talk about him。 Still； he mentioned Les Capucines…what did he mean？〃
〃It's our way out。 There's a car waiting for me in the boulevard des Capucines。 That's what he was telling me。 Let's go！〃
They raced south out of Paris in the nondescript Peugeot； taking the Barbizon highway to Vilieneuve…St。…Georges。 Marie sat close to her husband； their bodies touching； her hand clutching his arm。 She was； however； sickeningly aware that the warmth she intended was not returned in equal measure。 Only a part of the intense man behind the wheel was her David； the rest of him was Jason Bourne and he was now in mand。
〃For God's sake； talk to me！〃 she cried。
〃I'm thinking。 。。。 Why did you e to Paris？〃
〃Good Christ！〃 exploded Marie。 〃To find you； to help you！〃
〃I'm sure you thought it was right。 。。。 It wasn't； you know。〃
〃That voice again；〃 protested Marie。 〃That goddamned disembodied tone of voice！ Who the hell do you think you are to make that judgment？ God？ To put it bluntly…no； not bluntly； but brutally…there are things you have trouble remembering； my darling。〃
〃Not about Paris；〃 objected Jason。 〃I remember everything about Paris。 Everything。〃
〃Your friend Bernardine didn't think so！ He told me you never would have chosen the Meurice if you did。〃
〃What？〃 Bourne briefly； harshly glanced at his wife。
〃Think。 Why did you choose…and you did choose…the Meurice？〃
〃I don't know 。。。 I'm not sure。 It's a hotel； the name just came to me。〃
〃Think。 What happened years ago at the Meurice…right outside the Meurice？〃
〃I…I know something happened。 。。。 You？〃
〃Yes； my love； me。 I stayed there under a false name and you came to meet me； and we walked to the newsstand on the corner； where in one horrible moment we both knew my life could never be the same again…with you or without you。〃
〃Oh； Jesus； I forgot！ The newspapers…your photograph on all the front pages。 You were the Canadian government official…〃
〃The escaped Canadian economist；〃 broke in Marie； 〃hunted by the authorities all over Europe for multiple killings in Zurich in tandem with the theft of millions from Swiss banks！ Those kinds of headlines never leave a person； do they？ They can be refuted； proved to be totally false； yet still there is that lingering doubt。 'Where there's smoke there must be fire；' I believe is the bromide。 My own colleagues in Ottawa 。。。 dear； dear friends I'd worked with for years 。。。 were afraid to talk to me！〃
〃Wait a minute！〃 shouted Bourne； his eyes again flashing at David's wife。 〃They were false…it was a Treadstone ploy to pull me in…you were the one who understood it； I didn't！〃
〃Of course I did； because you were so stretched you couldn't see it。 It didn't matter to me then because I'd made up my mind； my very precise analytical mind； a mind I'd match against yours any day of the week； my sweet scholar。〃
〃What？〃
〃Watch the road！ You missed the turn； just the way you missed the one to our cabin only days ago…or was it years ago？〃
〃What the hell are you talking about？〃
〃That small inn we stayed at outside the Barbizon。 You politely asked them to please light the fire in the dining room…we were the only people there。 It was the third time I saw through the mask of Jason Bourne to someone else； someone I was falling deeply in love with。〃
〃Don't do this to me。〃
〃I have to； David。 If only for myself now。 I have to know you're there。〃
Silence。 A U…turn on the grand…route and the driver pressed the accelerator to the floor。 〃I'm here；〃 whispered the husband； lifting his right arm and pulling his wife to him。 〃I don't know for how long； but I'm here。〃
〃Hurry； my darling。〃
〃I will。 I just want to hold you in my arms。〃
〃And I want to call the children。〃
〃Now I know I'm here。〃
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〃You'll tell us everything we want to know voluntarily or we'll send you up into a chemical orbit your hacks never dreamed of with Dr。 Panov；〃 said Peter Holland； director of the Central Intelligence Agency； his quiet monotone as hard and as smooth as polished granite。 〃Furthermore； I should elaborate on； the extremes to which I'm perfectly willing to go because I'm from the old school； paisan。 I don't give a shit for rules that favor garbage。 You play cipher with me； I'll d