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?One sacrifices,? sighed the psychiatrist
?I think you should eat in the room Bourne?s voice was now adamant
?I will not be a prisoner,? said Marie quietly, her gaze fixed on her husband?Nobody knows
who we are or where we are, and I submit that someone who locks herself in her room and is never
seen draws far more attention than a perfectly normal Frenchwoman who goes about her normal
business of living
?She?s got a point,? observed Alex?If Carlos has his network calling around, someone
behaving abnormally could be picked upBesides, Panov?s from left field?pretend you?re a doctor
or something, MoNobody?ll believe it, but it?ll add a touch of classFor reasons that escape me,
doctors are usually above suspicion
?Psychopathic ingrate,? mumbled Panov
?May we get back to business?? said Bourne curtly
?You?re very rude, David
?I?m very impatient, do you mind??
?Okay, cool it,? said Conklin?We?re all uptight, but things have got to be clearOnce
Krupkin?s on board, his first job will be to trace the number Gates gave Prefontaine in Boston
?Who gave what where?? asked the bewildered psychiatrist
?You were out of it, MoPrefontaine?s an impeached judge who fell into a Jackal contactTo cut
it short, the contact gave our judge a number here in Paris to reach the Jackal, but it didn?t coincide
with the one Jason already hadBut there?s no question that the contact, a lawyer named Gates,
reached Carlos
?Randolph Gates? Boston?s gift to the boardrooms of Genghis Khan??
?That?s the one
?Holy Christ?I?m sorry, I shouldn?t say that, I?m not a gentileWhat the hell, I?m nothing, but
you?ll admit it?s a shock
?A large one, and we have to know who owns that number here in Paris
