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The once and former whore of Monte Carlo...
Posted on Thursday, March 11, 2010 at 9:34 AM
The once and former whore of Monte Carlo nodded?And he cannot know what
transpired between us therefore, I?m marked for executionA pawn is removed, for she is merely
a pawnShe can tell the authorities nothing of substance; she?s never seen the Jackal; she can only
repeat the gossip of lowly subordinates
?You?ve never seen him??
?I may have, but not to my knowledgeAgain, the rumors fly around ParisThis one with
swarthy Latin skin, or that one with black eyes and a dark mustache; ?He is really Carlos, you
know??how often have I heard the phrases! But no, no man has ever come up to me and said, ?I
am he and I make your life pleasant, you aging elegant prostitute I simply report to old men who
every now and then convey gucci backpacks for cheap information that I must have?such as this evening on the boulevard
Lefebvre Bourne got to his feet, stretching his body and looking down at his prisoner on the
bench?I can get you out,? he said quietly?Out of Paris, out of EuropeBeyond Carlos?s reachDo
you want that??
?As eagerly as Santos did,? answered Lavier, her eyes imploring?I willingly trade my
allegiance from him to you
?Why??
?Because he is old and gray-faced and is no match for youYou offer me life; he offers death
?That?s a reasonable decision, then,? said Jason, a tentative but warm smile on his lips?Do you
have any money? With you, I mean??
?Nuns are sworn to poverty, monsieur,? replied Dominique Lavier, returning his smile
?Actually, I have several hundred hermes birkins francsWhy??
?It?s not enough,? continued Bourne, reaching into his pocket and taking out his impressive roll
of franc notes?Here?s three thousand,? he said, handing her the money?Buy some clothes
somewhere?I?m sure you know how?and take a room at the the Meurice on the rue de Rivoli
?What name should I use??
?What suits you??
?How about Brielle? A lovely seaside townGive me ten minutes to get out of here and then leaveI?ll see you at the Meurice
at noon
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?With all my heart, Jason Bourne!?
?Let?s forget that name
The Chameleon walked out of the Bois de Boulogne to the nearest taxi stationWithin minutes
an ecstatic cabdriver accepted a hundred francs to remain in place at the end of the replica tiffany three-vehicle
line, his passenger slumped in the rear seat waiting to hear the words
?The nun comes out, monsieur!? cried the driver?She enters the first taxi!?
?Follow it,? said Jason, sitting up
On the avenue Victor Hugo, Lavier?s taxi slowed down and pulled up in front of one of Paris?s
few exceptions to tradition?an open plastic-domed public telephone?Stop here,? ordered Bourne,
who climbed out the instant the driver swung into the curbLimping, the Chameleon walked
swiftly, silently, to the telephone directly behind and unseen by the frantic nun under the plastic
domeHe was not seen, but he could hear clearly as he stood several feet behind her
?The Meurice!? she shouted into the phoneHe?ll be there at noonYes,
yes, I?ll stop at my flat, rolex gmt change clothes, and be there in an hour Lavier hung up and turned,
gasping at the sight of Jason
?Yes, I?m afraid,? said Bourne?Shall we take my taxi or yours? ?He?s old and gray-faced??
those were your words, DominiquePretty goddamned descriptive for someone who never met
Carlos
A furious Bernardine walked out of the Pont-Royal with the doorman, who had summoned him
?This is preposterous!? he shouted as he approached the taxi?No, it?s not,? he amended, looking
inside
?Get in,? said Jason on the far side of the woman dressed in the habit of a nunFrancois did so,
staring at the black clothes, the white pointed hat and the pale face of the religious female between
them?Meet one of the Jackal?s more talented performers,? added replica gucci bag Bourne
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