herded Badis in front of her.
"Papa!" Badis made a lunge toward his father, but Soraya caught him by the material at the back of his neck and jerked him back to her. "Papa! Papa!"
A look of terrible despair crossed Idir's dark face.
"Idir," Arkadin commanded, "throw your men over the parapet."
Idir looked at him for a moment, dumbstruck. "Why?"
"So your men will know what happened up here, so they will fear the consequences of their actions."
Idir shook his head.
Arkadin strode over to Badis and stuck the blunt barrel of the Magpul into his mouth. "I pull the trigger and even his own mother won't recognize him."
Idir blanched, then glowered impotently. He bent and picked up one of the sharpshooters, but there was so much blood the corpse slipped out of his hands.
Badis stared, wide-eyed and shivering.
Gathering the corpse to him, Idir rolled it onto the parapet. When he dropped it over the edge, they heard the sound it made smacking against the street. Badis shuddered. Quickly now Idir dumped the second corpse down onto the street. Again that thick, almost viscous sound made Badis jump.
Arkadin gestured. Soraya dragged the struggling boy to the edge of the roof and pushed his head over the side.
Idir made a move toward his son, but Arkadin waggled the Magpul, shaking his head.
"So you see death has many aspects," Arkadin said, "and eventually fear comes to us all."
And so at last the knives came fully out of their sheaths. Bourne came down off the roof when he heard the two shots. And now, as he saw Arkadin push Idir Syphax along in front of him, he came to meet them. Bourne and Arkadin stared at each other as if they were opposing agents about to exchange prisoners at the edge of no-man's-land.
"Soraya?" Bourne said.
"On the rooftop with the boy," Arkadin said.
"You didn't hurt him?"
Arkadin glanced at Idir, then shot Bourne a disgusted look. "If I'd had to, I would have."
"That wasn't our deal."
"Our deal," Arkadin said tersely, "was to get this job done."
Idir fidgeted in the tense silence, his eyes darting from one man to the other. "You two need to get your priorities straight."
Arkadin struck him across the face. "Shut the fuck up."
At length, Bourne handed Arkadin the laptop in its protective case. Then he took hold of Idir and said, "You'll lead us inside. You'll be the first through every barrier, electronic or otherwise." He produced his cell phone. "I'm in constant touch with Soraya. Anything goes wrong..." He waggled the cell.
"I understand." Idir's voice was dull, but his eyes burned with hatred and rage.
He led them around to the front door, which he unlocked with a pair of keys. The moment they entered, he punched a code into a keypad set into the wall to the left of the door.
Silence.
A dog barked, unnaturally loud in the night, and in that highly charged atmosphere moonlight seemed to strike the house with the sound of sleet.
Idir coughed and turned on the lights. "Motion detectors come first, then the infrareds." He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a small remote control. "I can turn them both off from here."
"Without the generator everything goes down," Bourne said. "Take us to it."
But when Idir started in one direction, Bourne said, "Not that way."
A look of terror crossed Idir's face. "You've been talking to Tanirt." Breathing her name, he shuddered.
"If you know the way," Arkadin said irritably, "what the fuck do we need him for?"
"He knows how to shut down the generator without it blowing the building to bits."
That sobering news shut Arkadin up for the moment. Idir reversed directions, taking them on a route that skirted the outer rooms. They came to the first motion detector, its red eye blank and dark.
They passed it, Idir going first, as usual. They reached a door and Idir unlocked it. Another corridor unfolded like a fan, turning first this way, then that. Bourne was put in mind of the chambers of the great pyramids in Giza. Another door loomed before them. This, too, Idir unlocked. Another corridor, shorter this time and perfectly straight. They passed no doors. The walls were unadorned, stuccoed a neutral color that looked like flesh. The corridor ended at a third door, this one made of steel. They went through this. Ahead could be dimly seen a spiral staircase descending into darkness.
"Turn on the lights," Arkadin ordered.
"There is no electricity down there," Idir said. "Only torches."
Arkadin lunged at him but Bourne blocked his path.
"Keep him away