from him, turned back.
"We just got a read on the missing agent," she said.
The DCI's mood had darkened considerably in the last few minutes. "Who is it?" he snapped.
"Soraya Moore," Anne told him.
"You see," Lerner said sternly, "another one of our people transferred out of my jurisdiction. How am I expected to do my job when people I have no control over slide off the grid? This is directly attributable to Lindros, sir. If you would give me control of Typhon at least until he's either found or confirmed dead-"
"Soraya's with Bourne," Anne Held said to her boss before Lerner could say another word.
"Goddamm it!" the DCI exploded. "How the hell did that happen?"
"No one seems to know," Anne said.
The DCI was standing, his face empurpled with rage. "Matthew, I do believe Typhon needs an acting director. As of now, you're it. Go forth and get the fucking job done ASAP."
"Stop the motorcycle," Soraya said in his ear.
Bourne shook his head. "We're still too close to the-"
"Now." She put the blade of a knife against his throat. "I mean it."
Bourne turned down a side street, pulled the cycle over to the curb, engaged the kickstand. As they both got off, he turned to her. "Now what the hell is this all about?"
Her eyes blazed with an ill-contained fury. "You killed Tim, you sonovabitch."
"What? How could you even think-?"
"You told Cevik's people where he'd be."
"You're insane."
"Am I? It was your idea to take him out of the cell block. I tried to stop you, but-"
"I didn't have Hytner killed."
"Then why did you just stand there while he was shot?"
Bourne didn't give her an answer because he had none to give. He recalled that at the time he'd been assaulted by sound, and-he rubbed his forehead-a debilitating headache. Soraya was right. Cevik's escape, Hytner's death. How had he allowed it all to happen?
"Cevik's escape was meticulously planned and timed. But how?" Soraya was saying. "How could Cevik's people know where he was? How could they know, unless you told them?" She shook her head. "I should've listened more closely to the stories about you going rogue. There were only two men in all of CI you were able to buffalo: One's dead and the other's missing. Clearly you can't be trusted."
With an effort, Bourne willed his head to clear. "There's another possibility."
"This should be good."
"I didn't call anyone while we were down in the cells or outside-"
"You could've used hand signs, anything."
"You're right about the method, wrong about the messenger. Remember when Cevik struck the match?"
"How could I forget?" she said bitterly.
"That was the final signal for the waiting Hummer."
"That's just the point, the Hummer was already waiting. You knew because it was your setup."
"If it was my setup, would I be telling you about it? Think, Soraya! You called Hytner to tell him we were going outside. It was Hytner who called Cevik's people."
Her laugh was harsh and derisive. "What, so then one of Cevik's people shot Tim to death? Why on earth would they do that?"
"To cover their tracks absolutely. With Hytner dead, there was no chance of him being caught and giving them up."
She shook her head stubbornly. "I knew Tim a long time; he was no traitor."
"Those are usually the guilty ones, Soraya."
"Shut up!"
"Maybe he wasn't a willing traitor. Maybe they got to him in some way."
"Don't say one more thing against Tim." She brandished the knife. "You're just trying to save your own skin."
"Look, you're absolutely right that Cevik's escape was planned in advance. But I didn't know where Cevik was being held-I didn't even know you were holding anyone until you told me not ten minutes before you took me to see Cevik."
This stopped her in her tracks. She looked at him oddly. It was the same look she'd given him when he'd first seen her down in the Typhon ops center.
"If I was your enemy, why would I save you from the explosion?"
A little shiver went through her. "I don't pretend to have all the answers-"
Bourne shrugged. "If your mind's made up, maybe I shouldn't confuse you with the truth."
She took a breath, her nostrils flared. "I don't know what to believe. Ever since you came down to Typhon-"
In a flash he reached out, disarmed her. She stared at him wide-eyed as he reversed the knife, handing it back to her butt-first.
"If I was your enemy..."
She looked at it a long time, then up at him as she took it, slid it back into its