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words I heard from LondonWhat would you have thought, what would you have done??
?Exactly what you did,? answered Holland, a tight grin on his lips?But you?re supposed to be
so bright, so much smarter than I?m supposed to be
?Don?t be hard on yourself; you did what any of us would have done in your place
?For that I do thank youAnd you?re right, of courseIt had to be DeSole; how he did it, I don?t
know, but it had to be himIt probably went back years inside his head?he never really forgot
anything, you knowHis mind was a sponge that absorbed everything and never let a recollection
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drip awayHe could remember words and phrases, even spontaneous grunts of approval or
disapproval the rest of us forgotAnd I gave him the whole Bourne-Jackal history?and then
someone from Medusa used it in Brussels
?They did more than that, Alex,? said Holland, leaning forward in his chair and picking up
several papers from his desk?They stole your scenario, usurped your strategyThey?ve pitted
Jason Bourne against Carlos the Jackal, but instead of the controls being in your hands, Medusa has
themBourne?s back where he was in Europe thirteen years ago, maybe with his wife, maybe not,
the only difference being that in addition to Carlos and Interpol and every other police authority on
the continent ready to waste him on sight, he?s got another lethal monkey on his back
?That?s what?s in those pages you?re holding, isn?t it? The information from New York??
?I can?t guarantee it, but I think soIt?s the cross-pollinator I spoke about before, the bee that
went from one rotten flower to another carrying poison
?Nicolo Dellacroce and the higher-ups above him
?Mafia??
?It?s consistent, if not socially acceptableMedusa grew out of Saigon?s officer corps and it still
relegates its dirty work to the hungry grunts and corrupt NCOsand men like
Sergeant FlannaganWhen it comes to killing or kidnapping or using drugs on prisoners, the
starched-shirt boys stay far in the background; they?re nowhere to be found
?But I gather you found them,? said the impatient Conklin
?Again, we think so?we being our people in quiet consultation with New York?s anticrime
division, especially a unit called the
