Robert Ludlum's ™ The Bourne Enigma

That’s a good lad. Now get rid of that dirk you have stuffed at your back.”

Instantly, he knew he couldn’t tell her about his history with Mala; it would set up too many alarm bells for her, both personally and professionally. He remembered only a fraction of his time as a Treadstone assassin, but of one thing he was certain: though he could not recall a name or time period, he could picture himself

First Minister Timur Savasin, lounging in the shadows of his hotel room terrace, watched the couple stand with their backs to him as they gazed out to sea. They seemed close as lovers.

Russian. Then, switching to English, “But I don’t suppose you remember

jammed up against the niche’s near wall. Even if his pursuer emerged with a bright light, the shadow cast by the

handpicked by General Karpov himself. They’re working a rogue operation

construction to the right of his target area. The movement, caught like a gnat in the periphery of his vision, flickered and was gone so quickly he was

the push-dagger slid past his right side, he struck his assailant in the throat with the heel of his hand, disarmed

don’t know at the wedding. Some may

you were on your way to Moscow anyway