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He climbed behind the wheel and backed out of the alley。
Der Guisan Quai！
He reached an intersection； the traffic light red。 Lights。 On the left； several blocks east； be could see lights arching gently into the night sky。 A bridge！ The Limmat I The signal turned green； he swung the car to the left
He was back on the Bahnhofstrasse； the start of the General Guisan Quai was only minutes away。 The wide avenue curved around the water's edge； river…bank and lakefront merging。 Moments later； on his left was the silhouetted outline of a park； in summer a stroller's haven； now dark； devoid of tourists and citizens。 He passed an entrance for vehicles； there was a heavy chain across the white pavement； suspended between two stone posts。 He came to a second； another chain prohibiting access。 But it was not the same； something was different； something odd。 He stopped the car and looked closer； reaching across the seat for the torch he had taken from his would…be executioner。 He snapped it on； and shot the beam over the heavy chain。 What was it？ What was different？
It was not the chain。 It was beneath the chain。 On the white pavement kept spotless by maintenance crews。 There were tyre marks； at odds with the surrounding cleanliness。 They would not be noticed during the summer months； they were now。 It was as if the filth of the Steppdeckstrasse had travelled too well。
Bourne switched off the torch and dropped it on the seat
The pain in his battered left hand suddenly fused with the agony in his shoulder and his arm； he had to push all pain out of his mind； he had to curtail the bleeding as best he could。 His shirt had been ripped； he reached inside and ripped it further； pulling out a strip of cloth which be proceeded to wrap around his left hand； knotting it with teeth and fingers。 He was as ready as he would ever be。
He picked up the gun … his would…be executioner's gun …and checked the clip： full。 He waited until two cars had passed him； he extinguished the headlights and made a U…turn； parking next to the chain。 He got out； instinctively testing his leg on the pavement； then favouring it as he limped to the nearest post and lifted the hook off the iron circle protruding from the stone。 He lowered the chain； making as little noise as possible； and returned to the car。
He pulled at the gearshift； gently pressed the accelerator； then released it。 He was now coasting into the wide expanse of an unlit parking area； made darker by the abrupt end of the white entrance road and the start of a field of black asphalt。 Beyond； two hundred…odd yards in the distance； was the straight dark line of the sea wall； a wall that contained no sea but； instead； the currents of the Limmat as they poured into the waters of Lake Zurich。 Farther away were the lights of the boats； bobbing in stately splendour。 Beyond these were the stationary lights of the Old City； the blurred floodlights of darkened piers。 Jason's eyes took everything in； for the distance was his backdrop； he was looking for shapes in front of it。
To the right。 The right。 A dark outline darker than the wall； an intrusion of black on lesser black … obscure； faint； barely discernible； but there。 A hundred yards away。。。 now ninety； eighty…five； he cut the engine and brought the car to a stop。 He sat motionless by the open window； staring into the darkness； trying to see more clearly。 He heard the wind ing off the water； it covered any sound the car had made。
Sound。 A cry。 Low； throated。。。 delivered in fear。 A harsh slap followed； then another； and another。 A scream was formed； then swallowed； broken echoing off into silence。
Bourne got out of the car silently； the gun in his right hand； the torch awkward in the bloody fingers of his left。 He walked towards the obscure black shape； each step； each limp a study in silence。
What he saw first was what he had seen last when the small black car had disappeared in the shadows of the Steppdeckstrasse： the shining metal of the twisted chrome bumper； it glistened now in the night light。
Four slaps in rapid succession； flesh against flesh； blows maniacally administered； received with muted screams of terror。 Cries terminated； gasps permitted； thrashing movement part of it all。 Inside the car Jason crouched as best he could； side…stepping round the boot towards the right rear window。 He rose slowly then； suddenly； using sound as a weapon of shock； shouted as he switched on the powerful torch。
' You move； you're dead？
What he saw inside filled him with revulsion and fury。 Marie St Jacques' clothes were torn away； shredded into strips。 Hands were poised like claws on her half…naked body； kneading her breasts； separating her legs。 The executioner's organ protruded from the cloth of his trousers； he was inflicting the final indignity before he carried out the sentence of death。
'Get out； you son of a bitch！'
There was a massive shattering of glass； the man raping Marie St Jacques saw the obvious。 Bourne could not fire the gun for fear of killing the girl； he had spun off the woman； crashing the heel of his shoe into the window of the small car。 Glass flew out； sharp fragments blanketing Jason's face。 He closed his eyes； limping backwards to avoid the spray。
The door swung open； a blinding spit of light acpanied the explosion。 Hot； searing pain spread through Bourne's right side。 The fabric of his coat was blown away； blood matting what remained of his shirt。 He squeezed the trigger； only vaguely able to see the figure rolling on the ground； he fired again； the bullet detonating the surface of the asphalt。 The executioner had rolled and lurched out of sight。。。 into the darker blackness； unseen。
Jason knew he could not stay where he was； to do so was his own execution。 He raced； dragging his leg； to the cover of the open door。
'Stay insider he yelled to Marie St Jacques； the woman had started to move in panic。 'Goddamn it！ Stay in there I！
A gunshot； the bullet embedded in the metal of the door。 A running figure was silhouetted above the wall。 Bourne fired twice； grateful for an expulsion of breath in the distance。 He had wounded the man； he had not killed him。 But the executioner would function less well than he had sixty seconds ago。
Lights。 Dim lights。。。 squared； frames！ What was it？ What were they？ He looked to the left and saw what he could not possibly have seen before。 A small brick structure； some kind of dwelling by the sea wall。 Light had been turned on inside。 A watchman's station； someone inside had heard the gunshots。
〃Was ist？ ist da jemand！ The shouts came from the figure of a man … a bent…over old man … standing in a lighted doorway。 Then the beam of a torch pierced the blacker darkness。 Bourne followed it with his eyes； hoping it would shine on the executioner。
It did。 He was crouched by the wall。 Jason stood up and fired； at the sound of his gun； the beam swung over to him。 He was the target； two shots came from the darkness； a bullet ricocheting off a metal strip in the window。 Steel punctured his neck； blood erupted。
Racing footsteps。 The executioner was running towards the source of the light。
'Nein！'
He had reached it； the figure in the doorway was lashed by an arm