“In this city he’s got
all the cards, all of... “In this city he’s got
all the cards, all of themHe’s got firepower, an untraceable network of gunslingers and couriers,
and for every crevice he can crawl into and burst out from, there are dozens more available to him
Paris is his territory, his protection—we could run blindly all over the city for days, weeks, even
months, getting nowhere until the moment comes when he’s got you and Marie in his gun sights
you can also add Mo and me to that scenarioLondon, Amsterdam, Brussels, Rome—they’d all be
better for us than Paris, but the best is MoscowOddly enough, it’s the one place in the world that
has a hypnotic hold on him—and also the one that’s the least hospitable
“Aleksei, Aleksei,” cried Dimitri Krupkin“I really think you should reconsider alcohol, for it’s
obvious you’ve lost your senses! Say Domie actually reaches Carlos and tells him what you say
Do you really believe that on the basis of an ‘emergency’ in Moscow he’ll up and take
big chanel the next
plane there? Insanity!”
“You can bet your last black-market ruble I do,” replied Conklin“That message is only to
convince him to get in touch with herOnce he does, she explodes the bombShe’s just heard an
extraordinary piece of information that she knew should only be conveyed to him, not sent through
the message tunnels
“And what in God’s name might that be?” asked Lavier, extracting another cigarette and
instantly lighting it
“The KGB in Moscow is closing in on the Jackal’s man in Dzerzhinsky SquareThey’ve
narrowed it down to, say, ten or fifteen officers in the highest ranksOnce they find him, Carlos is
neutralized in the Komitet—worse, he’s about to lose an informer who knows far too much about
him to the Lubyanka interrogators
“But how would she know that?” said Jason
“Who would tell her?” added Krupkin
“It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“So are your very secret substations in Beijing, Kabul and—forgive my impertinence—
Canada’s
gucci backpacks Prince Edward Island, but you don’t advertise them,” said Krupkin
“I didn’t know about Prince Edward,” admitted Alex“Regardless, there are times when
advertisements aren’t necessary, only the means to convey the information crediblyA few minutes
ago I didn’t have any means, only authenticity, but that gap has just been filledCome over here,
Kruppie—just you for the moment, and stay away from the windowLook between the corner of
the drapes The Soviet did as he was told, going to Conklin’s side and parting the fold of lace
fabric from the wall“What do you see?” asked Alex, gesturing at a shabby, nondescript brown car
below on the avenue Montaigne“Doesn’t do much for the neighborhood, does it?”
Krupkin did not bother to replyInstead, he whipped the miniaturized radio from his pocket and
pressed the transmitter button“Sergei, there’s a brown automobile roughly eighty meters down the
street from the building’s entrance—”
“We know, sir,”
classic chanel quilted bag interrupted the aide“We’ve got it covered, and if you’ll notice, our backup is
parked across the wayIt’s an old man who barely moves except to look out the window
“Does he have a car telephone?”
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“No, comrade, and should he leave the automobile he’ll be followed, so there can be no outside
calls unless you direct otherwise
“I shall not direct otherwise The Russian looked at Conklin“The old
man,” he said
“Bald head and all,” affirmed Alex“He’s not a fool; he’s done this before and knows he’s being
watchedHe can’t leave for fear of missing something, and if he had a phone there’d be others
down in the Montaigne
“The Jackal,” said Bourne, stepping forward, then stopping, remembering Conklin’s order to
stay away from the window
“Now, do you understand?” asked Alex, addressing the question to Krupkin
“Of course,” conceded the KGB official, smiling“It’s why you wanted an ostentatious
limousine from our
gucci boston bag embassyAfter we leave, Carlos is told that a Soviet diplomatic vehicle was
sent to pick us up, and for what other reason would we be here but to interrogate Madame Lavier?
Naturally, in my well-advertised presence was a tall man who might or might not be Jason Bourne,
and another shorter individual with a disabled leg—thus confirming that it was Jason Bourne
Our unholy alliance is therefore established and observed, and again, naturally, during our harsh
questioning of Madame Lavier, tempers flared and references were made to the Jackal’s informer
in Dzerzhinsky Square
“Which only I’d known about through my dealing with Santos at Le Coeur du Soldat,” said
Jason quietly“So Dominique has a credible observer—an old man from Carlos’s army of old
men—to back up the information she deliversI’ve got to say it, Saint Alex, that serpentine brain
of yours hasn’t lost its cunning
“I hear a professor I once knewI thought he’d left us
“Only for a while, I
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