@@@@@They’ll say anything, do anything, lie and
@@@@@They’ll say anything, do anything, lie and snivel to hell and back,
and if you turn the other way, they’ll shove a knife in your spineHe owns them—body, mind and
what’s left of their soulsNow get to the plane, it’s waiting
“Don’t you want to see the children, tell Jamie that—”
“No, there isn’t time! Take her out there, JohnnyI want to check the beach
“There’s nothing I haven’t checked, David,” said StJacques, his voice on the edge of defiance
“I’ll tell you whether you have or not,” shot back Bourne, his eyes angry as he started across the
sand, adding in a loud voice without looking around, “I’m going to have a dozen questions for you,
and I hope to Christ you can answer them!”
StJacques tensed, taking a step forward but stopped by his sister“Leave it alone, Bro,” said
Marie, her hand on his arm
“He’s what? He’s one nasty son of a bitch is what he is!”
“Yes, I know
The brother looked at his sister“That stranger you were talking about yesterday at the house?”
“Yes, only now it’s worseThat’s why he’s frightened
“I don’t understand
“He’s older, JohnnyHe’s fifty now and he wonders if he can still do the things he did before,
years ago—in the war, in Paris, in Hong KongIt’s all gnawing at him, eating into him, because he
knows he’s got to be better than he ever was
“I know he will be, for he has an extraordinary reason going for himA wife and two children
were taken from him once beforeHe barely remembers them, but they’re at the core of his
torment; Mo Panov believes that and I do, tooNow, years later, another wife and two children
are threatenedEvery nerve in him has to be on fire
Suddenly, from three hundred feet away on the beach, Bourne’s voice erupted, splitting through
the breezes from the sea“Goddamn it, I told you to hurry