“Damn!”
“I will keep trying, my friendThe words... “Damn!”
“I will keep trying, my friendThe words of Saint Alex keep ringing in my earsDo not
underestimate la belle mademoiselle
“She’s not a goddamned mademoiselle, she’s my wifeShe’s not one of us, Bernardine; she’s
not an agent in the field who can cross and double-cross and triple-crossBut she’s
on her way to ParisI know it!”
“The airlines do not, what more can I say?”
“Just what you said,” said Jason, his lungs seemingly incapable of absorbing the air he needed,
his eyelids heavy
“What happened tonight? Tell me
“Tomorrow,” replied David Webb, barely audibleI’m so tired and I have to be
somebody else
“What are you talking about? You don’t even sound like yourselfOr maybe I shouldn’t think
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Marie stood in Marseilles’s immigration line, mercifully short because of the early hour,
chloe bag and
assumed an air of boredom, the last thing she feltIt was her turn to go to the passport counter
“Américaine,” said the half-awake official“Are you beer on bizziness or playseeoor, madame?”
“Je parle fran?ais, monsieurJe suis canadienne d’origine—Québec
“Ah, bien!” The sleepy clerk’s eyes opened somewhat wider as he proceeded in French“You
are in business?”
“No, I’m notThis is a journey of memoriesMy parents came from Marseilles and both died
recentlyI want to see where they came from, where they lived—perhaps what I missed
“How extraordinarily touching, lovely lady,” said the immigration official, appraising the most
appealing traveler“Perhaps also you might need a guide? There is no part of this city that is not
indelibly printed on my mindI’ll be at the Sofitel Vieux PortWhat’s your name? You have
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“Lafontaine, madameAt your service!”
“Lafontaine? You don’t say?”
“I do indeed!”
“How interesting
“I am very interesting,” said the official, his eyelids half closed but not with sleepiness, as his
rubber stamps flew recklessly down to process the tourist“I am at your every service, madame!”
It must run in that very peculiar clan, thought Marie as she headed for the luggage areaFrom
there she would board a domestic flight to Paris under any name she chose
Fran?ois Bernardine awoke with a start, shooting up on his elbows, frowning, disturbedShe’s
on her way to Paris, I know it! The words of the husband who knew her bestShe’s not listed on
any flight from any other country coming into ParisParis: The operative word was
Paris!
But suppose it was not Paris?
The Deuxième veteran crawled rapidly out of
gucci backpacks bed in the early morning light shining through the
tall narrow windows of his flatIn fewer minutes than his face appreciated, he shaved, then
completed his ablutions, dressed, and walked down into the street to his Peugeot, where there was
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the inevitable ticket on the windshield; alas, it was no longer officially dismissible with a quiet
phone callHe sighed, picked it off the glass, and climbed in behind the wheel
Fifty-eight minutes later he swung the car into the parking lot of a small brick building in the
huge cargo complex of Orly AirportThe building was nondescript; the work inside was notIt was
a branch of the Department of Immigration, an all-important arm known simply as the Bureau of
Air Entries, where sophisticated computers kept up-to-the-minute
balenciaga bag records of every traveler flying
into France at all the international airportsIt was vital to immigration but not often consulted by
the Deuxième, for there were far too many other points of entry used by the people in which the
Deuxième was interestedNevertheless, over the years, Bernardine, operating on the theory of the
obvious being unnoticed, had sought information from the Bureau of Air EntriesEvery now and
then he had been rewardedHe wondered if that would be the case this morning
Nineteen minutes later he had his answerIt was the case, but the reward was considerably
diminished in value, for the information came too lateThere was a pay phone in the bureau’s
lobby; Bernardine inserted a coin and dialed the Pont-Royal
“Yes?” coughed the voice of Jason Bourne
“I apologize for waking you
“I was just
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