rl.thebourneidentity-第26部分
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It was not the chain。 It was beneath the chain。 On the white pavement kept spotless by maintenance crews。 There were tyre marks； at odds with the surrounding cleanliness。 They would not be noticed during the summer months； they were now。 It was as if the filth of the Steppdeckstrasse had travelled too well。
Bourne switched off the torch and dropped it on the seat
The pain in his battered left hand suddenly fused with the agony in his shoulder and his arm； he had to push all pain out of his mind； he had to curtail the bleeding as best he could。 His shirt had been ripped； he reached inside and ripped it further； pulling out a strip of cloth which be proceeded to wrap around his left hand； knotting it with teeth and fingers。 He was as ready as he would ever be。
He picked up the gun … his would…be executioner's gun …and checked the clip： full。 He waited until two cars had passed him； he extinguished the headlights and made a U…turn； parking next to the chain。 He got out； instinctively testing his leg on the pavement； then favouring it as he limped to the nearest post and lifted the hook off the iron circle protruding from the stone。 He lowered the chain； making as little noise as possible； and returned to the car。
He pulled at the gearshift； gently pressed the accelerator； then released it。 He was now coasting into the wide expanse of an unlit parking area； made darker by the abrupt end of the white entrance road and the start of a field of black asphalt。 Beyond； two hundred…odd yards in the distance； was the straight dark line of the sea wall； a wall that contained no sea but； instead； the currents of the Limmat as they poured into the waters of Lake Zurich。 Farther away were the lights of the boats； bobbing in stately splendour。 Beyond these were the stationary lights of the Old City； the blurred floodlights of darkened piers。 Jason's eyes took everything in； for the distance was his backdrop； he was looking for shapes in front of it。
To the right。 The right。 A dark outline darker than the wall； an intrusion of black on lesser black … obscure； faint； barely discernible； but there。 A hundred yards away。。。 now ninety； eighty…five； he cut the engine and brought the car to a stop。 He sat motionless by the open window； staring into the darkness； trying to see more clearly。 He heard the wind ing off the water； it covered any sound the car had made。
Sound。 A cry。 Low； throated。。。 delivered in fear。 A harsh slap followed； then another； and another。 A scream was formed； then swallowed； broken echoing off into silence。
Bourne got out of the car silently； the gun in his right hand； the torch awkward in the bloody fingers of his left。 He walked towards the obscure black shape； each step； each limp a study in silence。
What he saw first was what he had seen last when the small black car had disappeared in the shadows of the Steppdeckstrasse： the shining metal of the twisted chrome bumper； it glistened now in the night light。
Four slaps in rapid succession； flesh against flesh； blows maniacally administered； received with muted screams of terror。 Cries terminated； gasps permitted； thrashing movement part of it all。 Inside the car Jason crouched as best he could； side…stepping round the boot towards the right rear window。 He rose slowly then； suddenly； using sound as a weapon of shock； shouted as he switched on the powerful torch。
' You move； you're dead？
What he saw inside filled him with revulsion and fury。 Marie St Jacques' clothes were torn away； shredded into strips。 Hands were poised like claws on her half…naked body； kneading her breasts； separating her legs。 The executioner's organ protruded from the cloth of his trousers； he was inflicting the final indignity before he carried out the sentence of death。
'Get out； you son of a bitch！'
There was a massive shattering of glass； the man raping Marie St Jacques saw the obvious。 Bourne could not fire the gun for fear of killing the girl； he had spun off the woman； crashing the heel of his shoe into the window of the small car。 Glass flew out； sharp fragments blanketing Jason's face。 He closed his eyes； limping backwards to avoid the spray。
The door swung open； a blinding spit of light acpanied the explosion。 Hot； searing pain spread through Bourne's right side。 The fabric of his coat was blown away； blood matting what remained of his shirt。 He squeezed the trigger； only vaguely able to see the figure rolling on the ground； he fired again； the bullet detonating the surface of the asphalt。 The executioner had rolled and lurched out of sight。。。 into the darker blackness； unseen。
Jason knew he could not stay where he was； to do so was his own execution。 He raced； dragging his leg； to the cover of the open door。
'Stay insider he yelled to Marie St Jacques； the woman had started to move in panic。 'Goddamn it！ Stay in there I！
A gunshot； the bullet embedded in the metal of the door。 A running figure was silhouetted above the wall。 Bourne fired twice； grateful for an expulsion of breath in the distance。 He had wounded the man； he had not killed him。 But the executioner would function less well than he had sixty seconds ago。
Lights。 Dim lights。。。 squared； frames！ What was it？ What were they？ He looked to the left and saw what he could not possibly have seen before。 A small brick structure； some kind of dwelling by the sea wall。 Light had been turned on inside。 A watchman's station； someone inside had heard the gunshots。
〃Was ist？ ist da jemand！ The shouts came from the figure of a man … a bent…over old man … standing in a lighted doorway。 Then the beam of a torch pierced the blacker darkness。 Bourne followed it with his eyes； hoping it would shine on the executioner。
It did。 He was crouched by the wall。 Jason stood up and fired； at the sound of his gun； the beam swung over to him。 He was the target； two shots came from the darkness； a bullet ricocheting off a metal strip in the window。 Steel punctured his neck； blood erupted。
Racing footsteps。 The executioner was running towards the source of the light。
'Nein！'
He had reached it； the figure in the doorway was lashed by an arm that was both his leash and his cage。 The beam went out； in the light of the windows Jason could see the killer pulling the watchman away； using the old man as a shield； dragging him back into darkness。
Bourne watched until he could see no more； his gun raised helplessly over the bonnet。 He was helpless； his body draining。
There was a final shot； followed by a guttural cry and； once again； racing footsteps。 The executioner had carried out a sentence of death； not on the condemned woman； but on an old man。 He was running； he had made his escape。
Bourne could run no longer； the pain had finally immobilized him； his vision too blurred； his sense of survival exhausted。 He lowered himself to the pavement。 There was nothing； he simply did not care。
Whatever he was； let it be。 Let it be。
The St Jacques woman crawled out of the car； holding her clothes； every move made in shock。 She stared at Jason； disbelief； horror and confusion ing together in her eyes。
'Go on；' he whispered； hoping she could hear him。 'There's a car back there； the keys are in it。 Get out of here。 He may bring others； I don't know。'
'You came for me；' she said； her voice echoing through a tunnel of bewilderment
'Get out I Get in that car and go like hell； Doctor。 If anyone tries to stop you； run him down。 Reach the police。。。 Real ones； with uniforms； you damn fool。' His throat was so hot； his stomach so cold。 Fire and ice； he'd felt them before。 Together。 Where was it？
'You saved my life。。。' She continued in that hollow tone； the words floating in the air。 'You came for me。 You came back for me； and saved。。。 my。。。 life。'
'Don't make it what it wasn't！ You are incidental； Doctor。 You are a reflex； an instinct born of forgotten memories； conduits electrically produced by stress。 You see； I know the words。。。 I don't care any more。 I hurt … oh my God； I hurt。
'You were free。 You could have kept going； but you didn't You came back for me。'
He heard her through mists of pain。 He saw her； and what he saw was unreasonable … as unreasonable as the pain。 She was kneeling beside him； touching his face； touching his head。 Stop it！ Do not touch my head！ Leave me。
'Why did you do that？' It was her voice； not his。
She was asking him a question。 Didn't she understand？ He could not answer her。
What was she doing？ She had torn a piece of cloth and was wrapping it around his neck。。。 and now another； this larger； part of her dress。 She had loosened his belt and was pushing the soft smooth cloth down into the boiling hot skin on his right hip。
'It wasn't you。' He found words and used them quickly。 He wanted the peace of darkness … as he had wanted it before but could not remember when。 He could find it if she left him。 〃That man。。。 he'd seen me。 He could identify me。 It was him。 I wanted him。 Now get out！'
'So could half a dozen others；' she replied； another note in her voice； 'I don't believe you。〃
'Believe me！'
She was standing above him now。 Then she was not there。 She was gone！ She had left him！ The peace would e quickly now； he would be swallowed up in the dark crashin
