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Monday, May 31st, 2010

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    12:28a
    “You’re not okay, you’re a fruitcake! Get...
    “You’re not okay, you’re a fruitcake! Get out!”
    “Sorry, Saint Alex, this is exactly where I want to beI’m going after the Jackal
    “Well, maybe I can move you off that place you’re clinging toI spoke to Marie a couple of
    hours agoGuess what, you aging Neanderthal? She’s flying to Paris
    “She can’t!”
    “That’s what I said, but she wasn’t in a listening modeShe said she knew all the places you and
    she used when you were running from us thirteen years agoThat you’d use them againBut she mustn’t!”
    “Tell her, not me
    “What’s the Tranquility number? I’ve been afraid to call her—to be honest, I’ve tried like hell to
    put her and the kids out of my mind
    “That’s the most reasonable statement you’ve made Conklin recited the 809 area
    code number, and the instant he had done so, Bourne slammed down the quilted white bag phone
    Frantically, Jason went through the agonizing process of relaying destination and credit card
    numbers, accompanied by the beeps and stutters of an overseas call to the Caribbean, and, finally,
    after subduing some idiot at the front desk of Tranquility Inn, got through to his brother-in-law
    “Get Marie for me!” he ordered
    “Where to?”
    “She wouldn’t tell meShe chartered a plane out of Blackburne, but she wouldn’t tell me what
    international island she was going toThere’s only Antigua or Martinique around here, but she
    could have flown to Sint Maarten or Puerto RicoShe’s on her way to Paris
    “Couldn’t you have stopped her?”
    “Christ, I tried, DavidGoddamn it, I tried!”
    “Did you ever think about locking her up?”
    “Marie?”
    “I see what you meanShe can’t get here until tomorrow morning at the earliest
    “Have louis vuitton denim you heard the news?” cried St“General Teagarten was killed and they say it
    was Jason—”
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    205
    “Oh, shut up,” said Bourne, replacing the phone and leaving the booth, walking down the street
    to collect what thoughts he could generate
    Peter Holland, director of the Central Intelligence Agency, rose to his feet behind his desk and
    roared at the crippled man seated in front of him“Do nothing? Have you lost your fucking
    senses?”
    “Did you lose yours when you issued that statement about a joint British-American operation in
    Hong Kong?”
    “It was the goddamned truth!”
    “There are truths, and then again there are other truths, such as denying the truth when it doesn’t
    serve the service
    “Shit! Fairy politicians!”
    “I’d hardly say that, Genghis KhanI’ve heard of such men costume jewelry chanel going to the wall, accepting
    execution rather than betraying the current truth they had to live byYou’re off base, Peter
    Exasperated, Holland sank back into his chair“Maybe I really don’t belong here
    “Maybe you don’t, but give yourself a little more timeMaybe you’ll become as dirty as the rest
    of us; it could happen, you know
    The director leaned back, arching his head over the chair; he spoke in a broken cadence“I was
    dirtier than any of you in the field, AlexI still wake up at night seeing the faces of young men
    staring at me as I ripped a knife up their chests, taking their lives away, somehow knowing that
    they had no idea why they were there
    “It was either you or themThey would have put a bullet in your head if they could have The DCI shot forward, his eyes locked with Conklin’s“But that’s not gucci hobo what
    we’re talking about, is it?”
    “You might say it’s a variation on the theme
    “It’s a musician’s term
    “Then get to the main symphonic line, AlexHe told me that he thinks he’s found a cave—his word, not
    mine—where he’s convinced he can track the JackalHe didn’t say where it is, and God knows
    when he’ll call me again
    “I sent our man at the embassy over to the Pont-Royal, asking for SimonWhat they told you is
    trueSimon checked in, went out, and never came backWhere is he?”
    “Staying out of sightBernardine had an idea, but it blew up in his faceHe thought he could
    quietly close in on Bourne by circulating the license number of the rental car, but it wasn’t picked
    up at the garage and we both agree it won’t beHe doesn’t trust anybody now, not even me, and
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