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@@@@@The president, himself, could call and he
@@@@@The president, himself, could call and he would be told to pick it up in Moscow,
where they firmly believe he belongs
“Since I can’t reach Alex, I’ve bypassed the bank in Boston and called our man in the Cayman
Islands, where Marie put the bulk of the moneyHe’s Canadian and so’s the bankHe’s waiting for
instructions
“I’ll make a phone callAre you at the Pont-Royal?”
“No
“Where are you?”
“I suppose you could say I’m an anxious and confused butterfly going from one vaguely
remembered place to another
“You are looking for herBut then that wasn’t a question, was it?”
“Forgive me, but in some ways I hope you do not find herI’ll call you back in twenty minutes
He had gone to yet another point of recall, the Trocadéro, and the Palais de ChaillotHe had
been shot at in the past on one of the terraces; there had been gunfire and men running down the
endless stone steps, intermittently obscured by the huge gilded statues and the great sprays of the
fountains, disappearing into the formal gardens, finally out of sight, out of rangeWhat had
happened? Why did he remember the Trocadéro? But Marie had been there—somewhereWhere
had she been in that enormous complex? Where? A terrace! She had been on a terraceNear a
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statue—what statue? Descartes? Racine? Talleyrand? The statue of Descartes came to his mind
first
He had found it and there was no MarieHe had looked at his watch; it had been nearly fortyfive
minutes since he had talked to BernardineLike the men in his inner screen, he had raced down
the steps
“Go to the Banque Normandie and ask for Monsieur TabouriHe understands that a Monsieur
Simon intends to transfer over seven million francs from the Caymans by way of voice
authorization through his private banker in the islandsHe is most happy to let you use his phone,
but believe me, he’ll charge you for the call
“Where are you now?”
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