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'You don't know that； you can't remember。 Payments can be made with shortfall deposits。'
'I don't even know what that means。〃
'A treasurer aware of certain tax strategies would。 What's the other hole？'
'Men don't try to kill someone for buying something at a lower price。 They may expose him； they don't kill him。〃
They do if a gargantuan error has been made。 Or if that person has been mistaken for someone else。 What I'm trying to tell you is that you can't be what you're not。 No matter what anyone says。'
'You're that convinced。'
'I'm that convinced。 I've spent three days with you。 We've talked； I've listened。 A terrible error has been made。。。 Or it's some kind of conspiracy。'
'Involving what？ Against what？'
That's what you have to find out
Thanks。'
Tell me something。 What es to mind when you think of money？'
Stop it！ Don't do this！ Can't you understand？ You're wrong。 When I think of money I think of killing。
'I don't know。！ he said。 Tin tired。 I want to sleep。 Send your cable in the morning。'
It was well past midnight； the beginning of the fourth day； and still sleep would not e。 Bourne stared at the ceiling； at the dark wood that reflected the light of the table lamp across the room。 The light remained on during the nights； Marie simply left it on； no explanation sought； none offered。
In the morning she would be gone and his own plans had to crystallize。 He would stay at the inn for a few more days； call the doctor in Wohlen and arrange to have the stitches removed。 After that； Paris。 The money was in Paris； and so was something else； he knew it； he felt it。 A final answer； it was in Paris。
You are not helpless。 You will find your way。
What would he find？ A man named Carlos？ Who was Carlos and what was he to Jason Bourne？
He heard the rustle of cloth from the couch against the wall。 He glanced over； startled to see that Marie was not asleep。 Instead； she was looking at him； staring at him really。
'You're wrong； you know；' she said。
'About what？'
'What you're thinking。'
'You don't know what I'm thinking。'
'Yes； I do。 I've seen that look in your eyes； seeing things you're not sure are there； afraid that they may be。'
They have been；' he replied。 'Explain the Steppdeckstrasse。 Explain a fat man at the Drei Alpenhauser。'
'I can't； but neither can you。'
They were there。 I saw them and they were there。！
'Find out why。 You can't be what you're not； Jason。 Find out。'
'Paris；' he said。
'Yes； Paris。' Marie got up from the couch。 She was in a soft yellow nightgown； nearly white； pearl buttons at the neck； it flowed as she walked towards the bed in her bare feet。 She stood beside him； looking down； then raised both her hands and began unbuttoning the top of the gown。 She let it fall away as she sat on the bed； her breasts above him。 She leaned towards him； reaching for his face； cupping it； holding him gently； her eyes as so often during the past few days unwavering； fixed on his。 Thank you for my life；' she whispered。
Thank you for mine；' he answered feeling the longing he knew she felt； wondering if an ache acpanied hers； as it did his。 He had no memory of a woman and； perhaps because he had none she was everything he could imagine； everything and much。。。 much more。 She repelled the darkness for him。 She stopped the pain。
He had been afraid to tell her。 And she was telling him now it was all right； if only for a while for an hour or so。 For the remainder of that night； she was giving him a memory because she too longed for release from the coiled springs of violence。 Tension was suspended； fort theirs for an hour or so。 It was all he asked for； but God in heaven； how he needed her。
He reached for her breast and pulled her lips to his lips； her moisture arousing him； sweeping away the doubts。
She lifted the covers and came to him。
She lay in his arms； her head on his chest； careful to avoid the wound in his shoulder。 She slid back gently； raising herself on her elbows。 He looked at her； their eyes locked； and both smiled。 She lifted her hand； pressing her index finger over his lips； and spoke softly。
'I have something to say and I don't want you to interrupt I'm not fending the cable to Peter。 Not yet〃
'Now； just a minute。' He took her hand from his face。
'Please； don't interrupt me。 I said 〃not yet〃。 That doesn't mean I won't send it； but not for a while。 I'm staying with you。 I'm going to Paris with you。〃
He forced the words。 'Suppose I don't want you to。'
She leaned forward brushing her lips against his cheek。 That won't wash。 The puter just rejected it。'
'I wouldn't be so certain； if I were you。'
'But you're not me； and I know the way you held me； and tried to say so many things you couldn't say。 Things I think we both wanted to say to each other for the past several days。 I can't explain what's happened。 Oh； I suppose it's there in some obscure psychological theory somewhere； two reasonably intelligent people thrown into hell together and crawling out。。。 together。 And maybe that's all it is。 But it's there just now and I can't run away from it。 I can't run away from you。 Because you need me； and you gave me my life。'
'What makes you think I need you？'
'I can do things for you that you can't do for yourself。 It's all I've thought about for the past two hours。' She raised herself further； naked beside him。 'You're somehow involved with a great deal of money； but I don't think you know a debit from an asset。 You may have before； but you don't now。 I do。 And there's something else。 I have a ranking position with the Canadian government I have clearance and access to all manner of inquiries。 And protection。 International finance is rotten and Canada has been raped。 We've mounted our own protection and I'm part of it。 It's why I was in Zurich。 To observe and report alliances； not to discuss abstract theories。'
'And the fact that you have this clearance； this access； can help me？'
'I think it can。 And embassy protection； that may be the most important。 But I give you my word that at the first sign of violence； I'll send the cable and get out。 My own fears aside； I won't be a burden to you under those conditions。'
'At the first sign；' repeated Bourne； studying her。 'And I determine when and where that is？'
'If you like。 My experience is limited。 I won't argue。'
He continued to hold her eyes； the moment long； magnified by silence。 Finally； he asked； 'Why are you doing this？ You just said it。 We're two reasonably intelligent people who crawled out of some kind of hell。 That may be all we are。 Is it worth it？'
She sat motionless。 'I also said something else； maybe you've forgotten。 Four nights ago a man who could have kept running came back for me and offered to die in my place。 I believe in that man。 I think more than he does。 That's really what I have to offer。'
'I accept；' he said； reaching for her。 'I shouldn't； but I do。 I need that belief very badly。'
'You may interrupt now；' she whispered； lowering the sheet； her body ing to his。 'Make love to me； I have needs too。'
Three more days and nights went by； filled by the warmth of their fort； the excitement of discovery。 They lived with the int