The Bourne Deception - By Robert Ludlum & Eric van Lustbader Page 0,142

on my life had failed, he came up with another plan, which was to get me here. Why, I don?t know.?

With a quick glance over to the corpse lying on the other side of the room, Karpov said, ?It?s a mystery, one of many here. We were hoping to find both Yevsen?s supplier and client list, but the hard drives on his remote servers appear to have been wiped clean.?

?It wasn?t Yevsen who did it,? Bourne said. He rose, and Boris with him. ?He was here with Tracy, he had no idea about your raid.?

Boris scratched his head. ?Why would Arkadin send you here, especially in the company of that beautiful young woman??

?Pity we can?t ask Yevsen,? Bourne said. ?Which begs the question: Who wiped Yevsen?s servers clean? Someone made off with his entire network. It had to have been one of Yevsen?s own men?someone high up who had the access codes to the servers.?

?Anyone who ever dared move against Nikolai Yevsen wound up disappeared.?

?As long as he was alive.? Bourne, whose mind finally had identified enough of the silken strands to make sense of the spider?s web, tilted his head and beckoned Karpov to walk with him. ?But look at him now, he isn?t a danger to anyone, including Arkadin.?

Boris?s countenance grew dark. ?Arkadin??

Together they walked down the corridor, manned now by Boris?s military cadre, to the men?s room.

?I?ll have my medic check you out.?

Bourne waved away his words. ?I?m fine, Boris.? He was marveling at the scope of Arkadin?s demonic genius.

Inside, Bourne went to the line of sinks and began to wash the blood and bits of glass off himself. As he did so, Karpov handed him a roll of paper towels.

?Think about it, Boris, why would Arkadin trick me into coming here?especially, as you said, with a beautiful young woman?? It pained Bourne to talk about Tracy, but as much as she was still on his mind, he had a mystery to unravel?and a deadly enemy to confront.

A light suddenly came on behind Karpov?s eyes. ?Arkadin was banking on you killing Yevsen??

Bourne splashed tepid water over his face, feeling the small cuts and bruises stinging like nettles. ?Or Yevsen killing me. Either way, he?d win.?

Karpov shook himself like a dog coming out of the rain. ?If what you theorize is true, he might have known of my raid. He wouldn?t want Yevsen singing about him or anyone else. Dammit, I?ve seriously underestimated that man.?

Bourne turned his blood-streaked face toward the colonel. ?He?s more than a man, Boris. Like me, he?s a graduate of Treadstone. Alex Conklin trained Arkadin, just like he trained me, to become the ultimate undercover killing machine, carrying out covert operations impossible for anyone else to accomplish.?

?And just where is this devilish graduate now?? Boris asked.

Bourne wiped his face down with a fistful of paper towels. They came away pink. ?Tracy told me before she died. Yevsen said he was in Nagorno-Karabakh, Azerbaijan.?

?Mountain country, I know it well,? Boris said. ?I discovered the area was one of Yevsen?s prime stopovers for the Air Afrika flights transshipping his illegal arms throughout this continent. It?s home to a number of indigenous tribes?all of them fanatic Muslims.?

?That makes sense.? Bourne regarded his face in the mirror, taking stock of the damage, which was superficial but extensive. Whose reflection stared back at him? Tracy surely would have empathized with that question, no doubt having many times asked it of herself. ?Ivan told me that Arkadin has taken over the Eastern Brotherhood, which means he?s also the leader of their Black Legion terrorists. Maybe he?s trying to branch out into Yevsen?s multibillion-dollar business.?

Then Bourne saw the Goya that Karpov had propped up against the tile wall. ?Do you know a man named Noah Petersen, or Perlis??

?No, why??

?He?s a senior officer in Black River.?

?The American risk management company?also known as private contractors for your government?also known as mercenaries.?

?Right on all three counts.? Bourne led the way back out into the corridor, which stank of gunpowder and death. ?Tracy was bringing the Goya to Noah, but I believe now it was actually a payment to Yevsen for services rendered. That?s the only logical explanation for Noah being here.?

?So Yevsen, Black River, and Arkadin are in something together.?

Bourne nodded. ?Did you or your men encounter an American when you raided the building??

Karpov pulled a small walkie-talkie off its Velcro patch on his vest and spoke into it. After the crackle of an answer had been received, he shook his head. ?You?re the