@@@@@Bernardine gave it to us ?He was the old 394
@@@@@Bernardine gave
it to us
?He was the old Frenchman??
?Let?s not talk about him, okay? At least not for a while
?All right, we won?t talk about himStill, he mentioned Les Capucines?what did he mean??
?It?s our way outThere?s a car waiting for me in the boulevard des CapucinesThat?s what he
was telling meLet?s go!?
They raced south out of Paris in the nondescript Peugeot, taking the Barbizon highway to
Vilieneuve-StMarie sat close to her husband, their bodies touching, her hand clutching
his armShe was, however, sickeningly aware that the warmth she intended was not returned in
equal measureOnly a part of the intense man behind the wheel was her David; the rest of him was
Jason Bourne and he was now in command
?For God?s sake, talk to me!? she criedWhy did you come to Paris??
?Good Christ!? exploded Marie?To find you, to help you!?
?I?m sure you thought it was right
?That voice again,? protested Marie?That goddamned disembodied tone of voice! Who the hell
do you think you are to make that judgment? God? To put it bluntly?no, not bluntly, but
brutally?there are things you have trouble remembering, my darling
?Not about Paris,? objected Jason?I remember everything about Paris
?Your friend Bernardine didn?t think so! He told me you never would have chosen the Meurice
if you did
?What?? Bourne briefly, harshly glanced at his wifeWhy did you choose?and you did choose?the Meurice??
?I don?t know It?s a hotel; the name just came to meWhat happened years ago at the Meurice?right outside the Meurice??
?I?I know something happenedYou??
?Yes, my love, meI stayed there under a false name and you came to meet me, and we walked
to the newsstand on the corner, where in one horrible moment we both knew my life could never be
the same again?with you or without you
?Oh, Jesus, I forgot! The newspapers?your photograph on all the front pag
