Then you told
Benjamin to get me out of...
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
namesIf Nuremberg taught us all nothing else, it was that obscene
commands should not be obeyedThat lesson crosses borders and penetrates mindsWe in Russia
suffered far, far more than anyone in America during the last warSome 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 commitment, JudgeNot serious, of course, but nevertheless
variedFor instance, although my house on the lake in Geneva is no longer mine, my accounts in
the Cayman Islands remain
silver chanel intensely personalIncidentally, how far are those islands from here??
?Roughly twelve hundred miles due west,? replied St?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 courseIncidentally, 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
?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
?What will you do now, Dimitri?? asked Marie
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?My options are limited, I?m afraidOur Russian bear not only has more claws
knock off tiffany jewelry than a centipede
has legs, she?s also computerized with a global networkI shall have to remain buried for quite
some time while I construct another existenceFrom birth, of course Krupkin turned to the owner
of Tranquility Inn?Would it be possible to lease one of these lovely cottages, MrJacques??
?After what you did for David and my sister, don?t give it a second thoughtThis house is your
house, MrFirst, 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 pastAfter 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
large gucci bag has the best, you know, far better than
New York?just enough to alter the profile and perhaps remove a few yearsFor 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
?You certainly have been thinking,? agreed David?s wife, impressed?And please call me
MarieHow can I hold you over the peasant?s head if I?m MrsWebb??
?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 incomparable Jason Bourne??
?If that includes me,? said Webb, ?I?m outI?m heavy into interior decorating
?How
tiffany replica long, Kruppie??
?For heaven?s sake, man, you were training a recruit for an assignment, a single missionI?m
altering a life!?
?How long??
?You tell me, AlexIt?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 StJacques, angling his head?Fix my drink, if you please
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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
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