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@@@@@?You insane fuckin? son of a bitch! What did you do it for?why? What do we do now?? ?You call the police, Sergeant,? answered Jason ?What?? yelled the aide, spinning aroundSwayne, lurching to her feet?We can?t do that!? ?I don?t think you?ve got a choiceYou may have driven him to kill himself but you didn?t kill him ?What the hell are you talking about?? asked Flannagan gruffly ?Better a simple if messy domestic tragedy than a far wider investigation, wouldn?t you say? I gather it?s no secret that you two have an arrangement that?s?well, no secret ?He didn?t give a shit about our, ?arrangement,? and that was no secret, either ?He encouraged us at every opportunity,? added Rachel Swayne, hesitantly smoothing her skirt, oddly, swiftly regaining her composureShe spoke to Bourne but her eyes strayed to her lover?He consistently threw us together, often for days at a timeDo we have to stay in here? My God, I was married to that man for twenty-six years! I?m sure you can understand this is horrible for me!? ?We have things to discuss,? said Bourne ?Not in here, if you pleaseThe living room; it?s across the hallSwayne, suddenly under control, walked out of the study; the general?s aide glanced over at the blooddrenched corpse, grimaced, and followed her?Stay in the hallway where I can see you and don?t move!? he shouted, crossing to the desk, his eyes darting from one object to another, taking in the last items Norman Swayne saw before placing the automatic in his mouthOn the right side of the wide green blotter was a Pentagon memorandum pad, Swayne?s rank and name printed below the insignia of the United States ArmyNext to the pad, to the left of the blotter?s leather border, was a gold ballpoint pen, its sharp silver point protruding, as if recently used, the writer forgetting to twist it back into its recessBourne leaned over the desk within inches of the dead body, the acrid smell of the exploded shell and burnt flesh still pungent, and studied the memo padIt was blank, but Jason carefully tore off the top pages, folded them, and put them into his trousers pocket He stepped back still botheredWhat was it? He looked around the room, and as his eyes roamed over the furniture Master Sergeant Flannagan appeared in the doorway ?What are you doing?? Flannagan asked suspiciously?We?re waiting for you