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?Better a simple if messy domestic tragedy than a...
?Better a simple if messy domestic tragedy than a far wider investigation, wouldn?t you say? I
gather it?s no secret that you two have an arrangement that?s?well, no secret
?He didn?t give a shit about our, ?arrangement,? and that was no secret, either
?He encouraged us at every opportunity,? added Rachel Swayne, hesitantly smoothing her skirt,
oddly, swiftly regaining her composureShe spoke to Bourne but her eyes strayed to her lover?He
consistently threw us together, often for days at a timeDo we have to stay in here? My God, I
was married to that man for twenty-six years! I?m sure you can understand this is horrible for
me!?
?We have things to discuss,? said Bourne
?Not in here, if you pleaseThe living room; it?s across the hallSwayne,
suddenly under control, walked out of the study; the general?s aide glanced over at the blooddrenched
corpse, grimaced, and followed her?Stay in chanel logo necklace the hallway where I can see you and don?t move!? he shouted,
crossing to the desk, his eyes darting from one object to another, taking in the last items Norman
Swayne saw before placing the automatic in his mouthOn the right side of
the wide green blotter was a Pentagon memorandum pad, Swayne?s rank and name printed below
the insignia of the United States ArmyNext to the pad, to the left of the blotter?s leather border,
was a gold ballpoint pen, its sharp silver point protruding, as if recently used, the writer forgetting
to twist it back into its recessBourne leaned over the desk within inches of the dead body, the
acrid smell of the exploded shell and burnt flesh still pungent, and studied the memo padIt was
blank, but Jason carefully tore off the top pages, folded them, and put them into his trousers pocket
He stepped back still botheredWhat was it? He looked around the room, and as dior saddle bag his eyes roamed
over the furniture Master Sergeant Flannagan appeared in the doorway
?What are you doing?? Flannagan asked suspiciously?We?re waiting for you
?Your friend may find it too difficult to stay in here, but I don?tI can?t afford to, there?s too
much to learn
?I thought you said we shouldn?t touch anything
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?Looking isn?t touching, SergeantUnless you remove something, then no one knows it?s been
touched because it isn?t here Bourne suddenly walked over to an ornate brass-topped coffee table,
the sort so common in the bazaars of India and the Middle EastIt was between two armchairs in
front of the study?s small fireplace; off center was a fluted glass ashtray partially filled with the
remains of half-smoked cigarettesJason reached down and picked it up; he held it in his hand and
turned to Flannagan?For instance, Sergeant, this chanel black wallet ashtrayI?ve touched it, my fingerprints are on it,
but no one will know that because I?m taking it away
?What for??
?Because I smelled something?I mean I really smelled it, with my nose, nothing to do with
instincts
?What the hell are you talking about??
?Cigarette smoke, that?s what I?m talking aboutIt hangs around a lot longer than you might
thinkAsk someone who?s given them up more times than he can remember
?So what??
?So let?s have a talk with the general?s wifeLet?s all have a talkCome on, Flannagan, we?ll
play show and tell
?That weapon in your pocket makes you pretty fuckin? brave, doesn?t it??
?Move, Sergeant!?
Rachel Swayne swung her head to her left, throwing back her long, dark streaked hair over her
shoulder as she stiffened her posture in the chair?That?s offensive in the extreme,? she
pronounced with wide accusatory eyes, staring at Bourne
?It certainly is,? agreed gucci pantheon Jason, nodding?It also happens to be trueThere are five cigarette butts
in this ashtray and each has lipstick on it Bourne sat down across from her, putting the ashtray on
the small table next to the chair?You were there when he did it, when he put his gun into his
mouth and pulled the triggerPerhaps you didn?t think he?d go through with it; maybe you thought
it was just another one of his hysterical threats?whatever, you didn?t raise a word to stop him
Why should you have? For you and Eddie it was a logical and reasonable solution
?Preposterous!?
?You know, MrsSwayne, to put it bluntly, that?s not a word you should useYou can?t carry it
off, any more than you?re convincing when you say something?s ?offensive in the extreme
Neither expression is you, RachelYou?re imitating other people?probably rich, vacuous
customers a young hairdresser heard repeating such phrases years ago in chanel sac Honolulu
?Better a simple if messy domestic tragedy than a far wider investigation, wouldn?t you say? I
gather it?s no secret that you two have an arrangement that?s?well, no secret
?He didn?t give a shit about our, ?arrangement,? and that was no secret, either
?He encouraged us at every opportunity,? added Rachel Swayne, hesitantly smoothing her skirt,
oddly, swiftly regaining her composureShe spoke to Bourne but her eyes strayed to her lover?He
consistently threw us together, often for days at a timeDo we have to stay in here? My God, I
was married to that man for twenty-six years! I?m sure you can understand this is horrible for
me!?
?We have things to discuss,? said Bourne
?Not in here, if you pleaseThe living room; it?s across the hallSwayne,
suddenly under control, walked out of the study; the general?s aide glanced over at the blooddrenched
corpse, grimaced, and followed her?Stay in chanel logo necklace the hallway where I can see you and don?t move!? he shouted,
crossing to the desk, his eyes darting from one object to another, taking in the last items Norman
Swayne saw before placing the automatic in his mouthOn the right side of
the wide green blotter was a Pentagon memorandum pad, Swayne?s rank and name printed below
the insignia of the United States ArmyNext to the pad, to the left of the blotter?s leather border,
was a gold ballpoint pen, its sharp silver point protruding, as if recently used, the writer forgetting
to twist it back into its recessBourne leaned over the desk within inches of the dead body, the
acrid smell of the exploded shell and burnt flesh still pungent, and studied the memo padIt was
blank, but Jason carefully tore off the top pages, folded them, and put them into his trousers pocket
He stepped back still botheredWhat was it? He looked around the room, and as dior saddle bag his eyes roamed
over the furniture Master Sergeant Flannagan appeared in the doorway
?What are you doing?? Flannagan asked suspiciously?We?re waiting for you
?Your friend may find it too difficult to stay in here, but I don?tI can?t afford to, there?s too
much to learn
?I thought you said we shouldn?t touch anything
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
101
?Looking isn?t touching, SergeantUnless you remove something, then no one knows it?s been
touched because it isn?t here Bourne suddenly walked over to an ornate brass-topped coffee table,
the sort so common in the bazaars of India and the Middle EastIt was between two armchairs in
front of the study?s small fireplace; off center was a fluted glass ashtray partially filled with the
remains of half-smoked cigarettesJason reached down and picked it up; he held it in his hand and
turned to Flannagan?For instance, Sergeant, this chanel black wallet ashtrayI?ve touched it, my fingerprints are on it,
but no one will know that because I?m taking it away
?What for??
?Because I smelled something?I mean I really smelled it, with my nose, nothing to do with
instincts
?What the hell are you talking about??
?Cigarette smoke, that?s what I?m talking aboutIt hangs around a lot longer than you might
thinkAsk someone who?s given them up more times than he can remember
?So what??
?So let?s have a talk with the general?s wifeLet?s all have a talkCome on, Flannagan, we?ll
play show and tell
?That weapon in your pocket makes you pretty fuckin? brave, doesn?t it??
?Move, Sergeant!?
Rachel Swayne swung her head to her left, throwing back her long, dark streaked hair over her
shoulder as she stiffened her posture in the chair?That?s offensive in the extreme,? she
pronounced with wide accusatory eyes, staring at Bourne
?It certainly is,? agreed gucci pantheon Jason, nodding?It also happens to be trueThere are five cigarette butts
in this ashtray and each has lipstick on it Bourne sat down across from her, putting the ashtray on
the small table next to the chair?You were there when he did it, when he put his gun into his
mouth and pulled the triggerPerhaps you didn?t think he?d go through with it; maybe you thought
it was just another one of his hysterical threats?whatever, you didn?t raise a word to stop him
Why should you have? For you and Eddie it was a logical and reasonable solution
?Preposterous!?
?You know, MrsSwayne, to put it bluntly, that?s not a word you should useYou can?t carry it
off, any more than you?re convincing when you say something?s ?offensive in the extreme
Neither expression is you, RachelYou?re imitating other people?probably rich, vacuous
customers a young hairdresser heard repeating such phrases years ago in chanel sac Honolulu
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