evening and then as soon as we finished she couldn't stop crying. I asked her if I'd done anything wrong, which only made her cry harder. I held her for a long time. When she calmed down she told me."
Something was very wrong. Chrissie said they had no brother, Tracy told Diego they did. One of the two sisters was lying, but which one? What possible reason could Tracy have for lying to Diego, and what reason would Chrissie have to lie to him?
At that moment Bourne saw movement out of the corner of his eye. The man who had cashed in was making his way toward the bar, and within another two steps Bourne knew that he was heading straight for them.
Though the man wasn't large he gave a formidable appearance. His black eyes seemed to smolder out of a face the color of tanned leather. His thick hair and close-cropped beard matched the color of his eyes. He had a hawk-like nose, a wide thick-lipped mouth, and cheeks like slabs of concrete. A small diagonal scar bisected one furry eyebrow. He moved with a low center of gravity, his arms loose and relaxed, though not swinging or even moving at all.
And it was this gait, this way of holding himself that marked him as a man of professional intent, a man with whom death walked from dusk until dawn. It was also these things that triggered a memory, causing it to pierce the maddening veils of Bourne's amnesia.
A shiver of recognition passed down Bourne's spine: This was the man who had helped him obtain the Dominion ring.
Bourne moved away from Diego. This man, whoever he was, didn't know him as Adam Stone. As Bourne approached him, he extended his hand and a smile creased his face.
"Jason, at last I've caught up with you."
"Who are you? How do you know me?"
The smile lost its luster. "It's Ottavio. Jason, don't you remember me?"
"Not at all."
Ottavio shook his head. "I don't understand. We worked together in Morocco, an assignment from Alex Conklin - "
"Not now," Bourne said. "The man I'm with - "
"Diego Hererra, I recognize him."
"Hererra knows me as Adam Stone."
Ottavio nodded, at once focused. "I understand." He glanced over Bourne's shoulder. "Why don't you introduce us?"
"I don't think that would be wise."
"Judging by Hererra's expression, it will look odd if you don't."
Bourne saw that he had no choice. Turning on his heel, he led Ottavio back to the bar.
Bourne introduced them, "Diego Hererra, this is Ottavio - "
"Moreno," Ottavio said, extending his hand for Diego to take.
As Diego did so his eyes opened wide in shock and his body slumped down onto the stool. That was when Bourne saw the scarred man pull out the slender, ceramic blade of the knife, which through sleight of hand he had palmed and slipped through Diego's chest. Its tip was curved slightly upward, mimicking his smile, which now seemed ghastly.
Bourne grabbed him by the shirtfront and hauled him off his feet, but the scarred man would not let go of Diego's hand. He was immensely powerful, his grip was like a vise. Bourne turned to Diego but saw that the life was already fleeing his body, the knife tip had probably pierced his heart.
"I'll kill you for this," Bourne whispered.
"No you won't, Jason. I'm one of the good guys, remember?"
"I don't remember a thing, not even your name."
"Then you'll just have to trust me. We've got to get out - "
"I'm not letting you go anywhere," Bourne said.
"You have no choice but to trust me." The scarred man glanced toward the door, which had just opened. "Regard the alternative."
Bourne saw Donald the bouncer come into the Empire Suite. He was accompanied by two other brawny men in tuxedos. All of them, Bourne noted with an electric shock that passed clear through him, were wearing gold rings on the forefingers of their right hands.
"They're Severus Domna," the scarred man said.
Chapter Twelve
Book Two
Chapter Twelve
IN THE ABSOLUTE stillness of inaction, the only sound was the whisper of gamblers losing money. Ottavio handed Bourne a pair of specially baffled earplugs, along with the whispered word: "Now."
Bourne fitted the plugs into his ear canals. He saw what looked like a ball bearing palmed out of Ottavio's pocket, held between the forefinger and middle finger of his left hand. Only its rough surface and the earplugs gave clues to what it might be: a USW, an ultrasonic weapon.