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@@@@@Then bolts of lightning followed: ?The telephone number you have called is no longer in service The pacing had begun; from the table to the windows and back againOver and over, the curtains were pulled aside, anxious eyes nervously peering out, then seconds later poring over a growing list of names and placesMarie suggested lunch; he did not hear her, so she watched him in silence from across the room The quick, abrupt movements of her husband were like those of a large disquieted cat, smooth, fluid, alert for the unexpectedThey were the movements of Jason Bourne and, before him, Medusa?s Delta, not David WebbShe remembered the medical records compiled by Mo Panov in the early days of David?s therapyMany were filled with wildly divergent descriptions from people who claimed to have seen the man known as the Chameleon, but among the most reliable was a common reference to the catlike mobility of the ?assassin Panov had been looking for clues to Jason Bourne?s identity then, for all they had at the time were a first name and fragmented images of painful death in CambodiaMo often wondered aloud if there was more to his patient?s physical dexterity than mere athleticism; oddly enough, there was not As Marie looked back the subtle physical differences between the two men who were her husband both fascinated and repelled herEach was muscular and graceful, each capable of performing difficult tasks requiring physical coordination; but where David?s strength and mobility came from an easy sense of accomplishment, Jason?s was filled with an inner malice, no pleasure in the accomplishment, only a hostile purposeWhen she had mentioned this to Panov, his reply was succinct: ?David couldn?t killBourne can; he was trained to Still, Mo was pleased that she had spotted the different ?physical manifestations,? as he called her observation?It?s another signpost for youWhen you see Bourne, bring David back as fast as you canIf you can?t, call me She could not bring David back now, she thoughtFor the sake of the children and herself and David, she dared not try ?I?m going out for a while,? announced Jason by the window ?You can?t!? cried Marie?For God?s sake, don?t leave me alone Bourne frowned, lowering his voice, somewhere an undefined conflict within him?I?m just driving out on the highway to find a phone, that?s all