My God, my God,she thought. What’s happening? How could Jason be alive?
She had to restrain herself from calling out his name, from rushing up to him and embracing him. He hadn‘t contacted her, so there must be a reason—a damn good one, she suspected—he didn‘t want her to know that he was alive. He was talking intently with his companion and so hadn‘t yet seen her—or if he had, he was pretending that he hadn‘t.
On the other hand, she had to find a way to get him the number of her satellite phone. But how to do it without either Amun or Jason‘s companion knowing?
Your silence is painful,‖ Tracy said.
―It‘s that bad?‖ Bourne didn‘t look at her, but rather stared straight ahead at the red-and-white fuselage of the Air Afrika jet, waiting like a large and dangerous cat just off the head of the main runway of the military airstrip. He‘d spotted Soraya the moment she and the tall, lanky Egyptian had passed through security and come onto the tarmac, and he was trying to ignore her because the last thing he wanted now was for someone from CI—even Soraya—
to see him.
―You haven‘t said a word for hours.‖ Tracy sounded genuinely hurt. ―It‘s as if there‘s a glass wall around you.‖
―I‘ve been trying to figure out the best way of protecting you once we arrive in Khartoum.‖
―Protect me from what?‖
―Not what. Who,‖ Bourne said. ―Don Hererra lied about the photos and the audio, so who knows what else he‘s lied about?‖
―Whatever you have going doesn‘t have anything to do with me,‖ Tracy said. ―I‘m going to stay as far away from your business as I can because, quite frankly, it scares the hell out of me.‖
Bourne nodded. ―I understand.‖
She had the carefully packed Goya safely tucked under her arm. ―The difficult part of my job is finished. All that‘s left to do now is to deliver the Goya, collect the remainder of my fee from Noah, and fly home.‖
It was at that precise moment that Tracy looked up and said, ―That exotic-looking woman keeps staring at you. Do you know her?‖
25
THERE WAS NO HELP for it, Bourne thought, now that Tracy had noticed. Soraya and the Egyptian were only paces away, so Bourne strode up to Soraya.
―Hello, sis,‖ he said, kissing her warmly on both cheeks. Then, before she had time to respond, he turned to her companion and held out his hand.
―Adam Stone. I‘m Soraya‘s half brother.‖
The Egyptian shook his hand briefly. ―Amun Chalthoum.‖ But his eyebrows shot up. ―I didn‘t know Soraya had a brother.‖
Bourne‘s laugh was easy. ―I‘m the black sheep, I‘m afraid. No one in the family likes to talk about me.‖
By this time Tracy had come up beside him, and he introduced everyone.
Taking him up on his cue, Soraya said to him, ―There‘s a problem with Mom‘s health I think you ought to know about.‖
―Excuse us a moment, would you?‖ Bourne said to Tracy and Chalthoum.
When the two of them were far enough away to afford them ade-quate privacy, Soraya said, ―Jason, what the hell?‖ She was still looking at him as if she couldn‘t quite believe what her eyes were telling her.
―It‘s a long story,‖ he said, ―and we don‘t have the time now.‖ He led Soraya a few more paces away from the other two. ―Arkadin is still alive. He almost succeeded in killing me on Bali.‖
―No wonder you don‘t want anyone to know you‘re still alive.‖
Bourne glanced at Chalthoum. ―What are you doing here with that Egyptian?‖
―Amun‘s with Egyptian intelligence. We‘re trying to find out who actually shot down the American jet.‖
―I thought the Iranians—‖
―Our forensics team determined that it was an Iranian Kowsar 3 missile that brought down the plane,‖ Soraya said, ―but now, inexplicably, it looks as if a cadre of four American military men might have brought it into Egypt through Sudan. That‘s why we‘re on our way to Khartoum.‖
Bourne could feel the strands of the spiderweb coming into sudden focus, and he bent toward Soraya as he said softly and urgently, ―Listen carefully.
Whatever Arkadin is up to involves both Nikolai Yevsen and Black River. I‘ve been wondering what would bring these three together. It could be that the cadre you‘re looking for aren‘t military per se, but are Black River personnel.‖ He directed her attention to the red-and-white jet where he and Tracy had been headed. ―Air Afrika is rumored to be owned by Yevsen, which would make sense—he needs a way to transship the illegal arms consignments to his clients.‖
While Soraya studied the plane, he continued: ―If you‘re right about the American cadre, then where do you think they could possibly obtain an Iranian Kowsar 3 missile—from the Iranians themselves?‖ He shook his head. ―Yevsen is probably the only arms dealer in the world with enough contacts and power to get one.‖
―But why would Black River—?‖
―Black River‘s only there to do the heavy lifting,‖ Bourne said. ―It‘s whoever hired them that‘s guiding everything. You‘ve read the headlines. I think someone high up in the US government wants to go to war with Iran.
You‘ll know better than me who it might be.‖
―Bud Halliday,‖ Soraya said. ―The secretary of defense.‖
―Halliday‘s the one who ordered my death.‖
She goggled at him for a moment. ―Right now this is all speculation, so it‘s nothing I can use. I need proof of these connections, so we‘ll need to stay in touch. I‘m reachable on a sat phone,‖ she said at length, and rattled off a string of numbers for him to memorize. He nodded, giving her the number of his own sat phone, and was about to break away when she said, ―There‘s something else. DCI Hart has been killed by a car bomb. A man named M. Errol Danziger is the new DCI and he‘s already recalled me from the field.‖
―An order you‘re clearly refusing to obey. Good for you.‖
Soraya grimaced. ―Who knows what kind of trouble it‘s going to get me into.‖ She took his arm. ―Jason, listen, this is the hardest part. For some reason Moira was with DCI Hart when the car bomb detonated. I know Moira survived the blast, because she checked herself into and out of an ER right afterward. But now she‘s gone completely off the grid.‖ She squeezed his arm.
―I thought you‘d want to know.‖