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Corellos’s face. Now that he had met him, he suspected that Moreno had left his half of the business to his sister to piss his partner off. They could not have gotten on personally.
    “You might believe the bitch,” Corellos said. “Doesn’t mean I do.”
    “Just leave her alone and this will be at an end.”
    Corellos shook his head. “She has all my contacts.”
    “This came directly off her hard drive.” Bourne handed him the computer printout Berengária had given him before he’d left Phuket.
    Corellos opened it and ran his thick, callused forefinger down the list. “All here.” He looked up and shrugged. “This is a copy.” He waved it in the air. “It means nothing.”
    Bourne handed him the hard drive from Berengária’s laptop.
    Corellos stared at it for a moment. “Fuck me.” Laughing, he nodded. “Done.”
    “If you come after her…” Bourne allowed the implied threat to hang in the humid air.
    Corellos froze for half a second. Then he opened his arms wide. “If I go after the bitch, then come the fuck on.”

5

    “ G ODDAMMIT!” PETER Marks pounded his fist against the steering wheel as he was stopped short at a red light.
    “Down, boy,” Soraya said. “What’s eating you?”
    “He’s lying.” Peter hit the horn with the heel of his hand. “There’s something going on and Hendricks isn’t telling us what.”
    Soraya regarded him archly. “And you know this how?”
    “That crap he fed me about why I need to stay here. He’s resurrected Treadstone with your overseas network in place so—what? We can be nannies for the other clandestine services? It’s fucking make-work, there’s nothing real about it.” He shook his head. “Uh-uh, there’s something going on he doesn’t want us to know about.”
    Soraya stifled a tart rejoinder and, instead, thought about Peter’s supposition for a moment. She and Peter had worked together for a number of years in CI. They had come to trust each other with their lives. That was no little thing. And instincts had a lot to do with their mutual trust. What had Peter seen or sensed that she hadn’t? To be honest, she had been so elated at being given the go-ahead to run down the death in Paris that she hadn’t paid much attention to what went on after that. More fool, her.
    “Hey, slow down, cowboy!” she yelled as he veered around the rear of a truck. “I’d like to live until at least tonight.”
    “Sorry,” Peter muttered.
    Seeing that he was really and truly upset, she said, “What can I do to help?”
    “Go to Paris, get the investigation of your murdered source under way, find out who the hell killed him.”
    She looked at him skeptically. “I don’t like leaving you in this state.”
    “You don’t have to like it.”
    She touched his arm. “Peter, I’m concerned that you’re going to do something stupid.”
    He shot her a glare.
    “Or at the very least something dangerous.”
    He took a breath. “Do you think your being here would change any of that?”
    She frowned. “No, but—”
    “Then be on the first plane to Paris.”
    “You’re planning something.”
    “No, I’m not.”
    “Dammit, I know that look.”
    He bit his cheek. “And before you leave, why don’t you give Amun a call.”
    Soraya immediately bridled, thinking he was needling her. But then, when she thought further, she saw the wisdom of his suggestion. “You might be right. Amun could provide a different perspective on this mysterious group.”
    She pulled out her cell and texted: “Arr Paris tomorrow AM re: murder. Can U?”
    She found her heart beating fast. She hadn’t seen Amun in over a year, but it was only now, reaching out to him, that she realized how much she had missed him—his bright smile, his certain touch, the brilliance of his mind.
    She frowned. What time was it in Cairo? Almost 10:30 PM .
    As she was calculating, her cell buzzed: a text had come in. “Arr Paris 8:34 AM local, day after tomorrow.”
    Soraya felt a