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f 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 acmodations I was forced to endure for the exorbitant sums of money I spent。 。。。 That 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 imagined。 Had we met in Paris I would have whisked you away from this Dickensian ragamuffin you call a husband。 My； look at your hair…glorious！〃
〃He probably couldn't tell you what color it is；〃 said Marie； smiling。 〃You'll be the threat I hold over his peasant head。〃
〃Still； for his age he's remarkably petent。〃
〃That's because I feed him a lot of pills； all kinds of pills； Dimitri。 Now 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 embassy。 The 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 execution。 Then 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 names。 It was simply wrong。 If Nuremberg taught us all nothing else； it was that obscene mands should not be obeyed。 That lesson crosses borders and penetrates minds。 We in Russia suffered far； far more than anyone in America during the last war。 Some of us remember that； and we will not 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 mitment； Judge。 Not serious； of course； but nevertheless varied。 For instance； although my house on the lake in Geneva is no longer mine； my accounts in the Cayman Islands remain intensely personal。 Incidentally； how far are those islands from here？〃
〃Roughly twelve hundred miles due west；〃 replied St。 Jacques。 〃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 course。 。。。 Incidentally； the 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。 Jacques。
〃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。〃
〃Good。 Very good。〃
〃What will you do now； Dimitri？〃 asked Marie。
〃My options are limited； I'm afraid。 Our Russian bear not only has more claws than a centipede has legs； she's also puterized with a global network。 I shall have to remain buried for quite some time while I construct another existence。 From birth； of course。〃 Krupkin turned to the owner of Tranquility Inn。 〃Would it be possible to lease one of these lovely cottages； Mr。 St。 Jacques？〃
〃After what you did for David and my sister； don't give it a second thought。 This house is your house； Mr。 Krupkin； all of it。〃
〃How very kind。 First； 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 past。 After 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 years。 。。。 For 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。 Webb。〃
〃You certainly have been thinking；〃 agreed David's wife； impressed。 〃And please call me Marie。 How can I hold you over the peasant's head if I'm Mrs。 Webb？〃
〃Ah； the adorable Marie！〃
〃What about these adorable plans of yours？〃 asked Conklin pointedly。 〃How long will they take to implement？〃
〃You of all people should ask that question？〃 Krupkin's eyes were wide in disbelief。
〃I think I'd better；〃 broke in Alex。
〃You； who were instrumental in building the dossier of the greatest impersonator the international world of terrorism has ever known？ The inparable Jason Bourne？〃
〃If that includes me；〃 said Webb； 〃I'm out。 I'm heavy into interior decorating。〃
〃How long； Kruppie？〃
〃For heaven's sake； man； you were training a recruit for an assignment； a single mission。 I'm altering a life！〃
〃How long？〃
〃You tell me； Alex。 It's my life we're talking about now…as worthless as that life may be in the geopolitical scheme of things…it's still my life。〃
〃Whatever he needs；〃 interrupted David Webb； the unseen image of Jason Bourne looking over his wounded shoulder。
〃Two years to do it well； three years to do it better；〃 said Dimitri Krupkin。
〃They're yours；〃 said Marie。
〃Pritchard；〃 said St。 Jacques； angling his head。 〃Fix my drink； if you please。〃
Epilogue
They walked along the moonlit beach； alternately touching and not touching； the embarrassment of intimacy intermittently intruding as if a world that had separated them had not let them escape its terrible orbit； constantly pulling them into its fiery nucleus。
〃You carried a gun；〃 said Marie softly。 〃I had no idea you had one。 I hate guns。〃
〃So do I。 I'm not sure I knew I had one； either。 It was just there。〃
〃Reflex？ pulsion？〃
〃Both； I guess。 It didn't matter； I didn't use it。〃
〃But you wanted to； didn't you？〃
〃Again； I'm not sure。 If you and the children were threatened； of course I would； but I don't think I'd fire indiscriminately。〃
〃Are you sure； David？ Would the appearance of danger to us make you pick up a gun and shoot at shadows？〃
〃No； I don't shoot at shadows。〃
Footsteps。 In the sand！ Waves lapping over the unmistakable intrusion of a human being； breaks in the flow of the natural rhythm…sounds Jason Bourne knew from a hundred beaches！ He spun around； violently propelling Marie off her feet； sending her out of the line of fire as he crouched； his weapon in his hand。
〃Please don't kill me； David；〃 said Morris Panov； the beam of his flashlight illuminating the area。 〃It simply wouldn't make sense。〃
〃Jesus； Mo！〃 cried Webb。 〃What were you doing。〃
〃Trying to find you； that's all。 。。。 Would you please help Marie？〃
Webb did so； pulling his wife to her feet； both half blinded by the flashlight。 〃My God； you're the mole！〃 cried Jason Bourne； raising his weapon。 〃You knew every move I was making！〃
〃I'm what？〃 roared the psychia