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even dangerously； it was not the fear of physical harm that consumed her。 She had lived in both Europe and the Far East with the killing machine that was Jason Bourne； she knew what that stranger was capable of and it was brutally efficient。 No； it wasn't Bourne； it was David…what Jason Bourne was doing to David Webb。 She had to stop it！ 。。。 They could go away； far away； to some remote safe haven and start a new life with new names； create a world for themselves that Carlos could never penetrate。 They had all the money they would ever need； they could do it！ It was done all the time…hundreds； thousands of men and women and children whose lives were threatened were shielded by their governments； and if ever a government anywhere had reason to protect a man； that man was David Webb！ 。。。 Thoughts conceived in frenzy； reflected Marie； getting up from her chair and walking to the balcony's railing。 It would never happen because David could never accept the solution。 Where the Jackal was concerned； David Webb was ruled by Jason Bourne and Bourne was capable of destroying his host body。 Oh； God； what's happening to us？
The telephone rang。 Marie stiffened； then rushed into the bedroom and picked it up。 〃Yes？〃
〃Hello； Sis； it's Johnny。〃
〃Oh。。。〃
〃Which means you haven't heard from David。〃
〃No； and I'm going a little crazy； Bro。〃
〃He'll call when he can； you know that。〃
〃But you're not calling to tell me that。〃
〃No； I'm just checking in。 I'm stuck over here on the big island and it looks like I'll be here for a while。 I'm at Government House with Henry； waiting for the CG to personally thank me for acmodating the Foreign Office。〃
〃I don't understand a word you're saying…〃
〃Oh； sorry。 Henry Sykes is the Crown governor's aide who asked me to take care of that old French war hero down the path from you。 When the CG wants to thank you； you wait until you're thanked…when the phones go out； cowboys like me need Government House。〃
〃You've totally lost me； Johnny。〃
〃A storm out of Basse…Terre will hit in a few hours。〃
〃Out of whom？〃
〃It's a what； but I should be back before then。 Have the maid make up the couch for me。〃
〃John； it's not necessary for you to stay here。 Good heavens； there are men with guns outside the hedge and down on the beach and God knows where else。〃
〃That's where they're going to stay。 See you later； and hug the kids for me。〃
〃They're asleep；〃 said Marie as her younger brother hung up。 She looked at the phone as she replaced it； unconsciously saying out loud； 〃How little I know about you； little Bro 。。。 our favorite； incorrigible Bro。 And how much more does my husband know。 Damn the both of you！〃
The telephone instantly rang again； stunning her。 She grabbed it。 〃Hello？〃
〃It's me。〃
〃Thank God！〃
〃He's out of town； but everything's fine。 I'm fine； and we're making headway。〃
〃You don't have to do this！ We don't have to！〃
〃Yes； we do；〃 said Jason Bourne…no evidence of David Webb。 〃Just know I love you； he loves you…〃
〃Stop it！ It's happening…〃
〃I'm sorry； I apologize…forgive me。〃
〃You're David！〃
〃Of course I'm David。 I was just joking…〃
〃No； you weren't！〃
〃I was talking to Alex； that's all。 We argued； that's all！〃
〃No； it isn't！ I want you back； I want you here！〃
〃Then I can't talk any longer。 I love you。〃 The line went dead and Marie St。 Jacques Webb fell on the bed； her cries of futility muffled by the blankets。
Alexander Conklin； his eyes red with strain； kept touching the letters and the numbers of his puter； his head turned to the open pages of the ledgers sent over by Bourne from General Norman Swayne's estate。 Two shrill beeps suddenly intruded on the silence of the room。 It was the inanimate machine's robotic signal that another dual reference had been calculated。 He checked the entry。 R。G。 What did it mean？ He back…taped and found nothing。 He pressed forward； typing like a mindless automaton。 Three beeps。 He kept punching the irritatingly beige buttons； faster and faster。 Four beeps 。。。 five 。。。 six。 Back space…stop…forward。 R。G。 R。G。 R。G。 R。G。 What the hell was R。G。？
He cross…checked the data with the entries from the three different leather…bound notebooks。 A mon numeral sprang out in green letters on the screen。 617…202…0011。 A telephone number。 Conklin picked up the Langley phone； dialed the night watch； and told the CIA operator to trace it。
〃It's unlisted； sir。 It's one of three numbers for the same residence in Boston； Massachusetts。〃
〃The name； please。〃
〃Gates； Randolph。 The residence is…〃
〃Never mind； Operator；〃 interrupted Alex； knowing that he had been given the essential information。 Randolph Gates； scholar； attorney for the privileged； advocate of the bigger the better； the biggest the best。 How right that Gates should be involved with amassing hundreds of millions in Europe controlled by American interests。 。。。 No； wait a moment。 It wasn't right at all； it was wrong！ It was pletely illogical for the scholarly attorney to have any connection whatsoever to a highly questionable； indeed illegal； operation like Medusa。 It did not make sense！ One did not have to admire the celebrated legal giant to grant him just about the cleanest record for propriety in the Bar Association。 He was a notorious stickler for the most minute points of law； often using those minutiae of his craft to obtain favorable decisions； but no one ever dared question his integrity。 So unpopular were his legal and philosophical opinions to the brightest lawyers in the liberal establishment that he would have been gleefully discredited years ago at the slightest hint of impropriety。
Yet here was his name appearing six times in the appointments calendar of a Medusan responsible for untold millions in the nation's defense expenditures。 An unstable Medusan whose apparent suicide was in fact murder。
Conklin looked at the screen； at the date of Swayne's last entry referring to R。G。 It was on August second； barely a week ago。 He picked up the leather…bound diary and turned to the day。 He had been concentrating on names； not ments； unless the information struck him as relevant…to what he was not sure； but he was trusting to instinct。 If he had known up front who R。G。 was； the abbreviated handwritten notation beside the last entry would have caught his eye。
RG will nt cnsider app't fr Maj。 Crft。 Need Crft on hs stff。 Unlock。 Paris…7 yrs ago。 Two file out and bur'd。
The Paris should have alerted him； thought Alex； but Swayne's notes throughout were filled with foreign or exotic names and places as if the general had been trying to impress whoever might read his personal observations。 Also； Conklin regretfully considered； he was terribly tired； were it not for his puter he probably would not have centered in on Dr。 Randolph Gates； legal Olympian。
Paris…7 yrs ago。 Two file out and bur'd。
The first part was obvious； the second obscure but hardly concealed。 The 〃Two〃 referred to the army's intelligence arm； G…2； and the 〃file〃 was just that； an event or a revelation uncovered by intelligence personnel in Paris…7 yrs ago and removed from the data banks。 It was an amateur's attempt to use intelligence gibberish by misusing it。 〃Unlock〃