Bourne 4 - The Bourne Legacy by Eric Van Lustbader & Robert Ludlum

Author:Eric Van Lustbader & Robert Ludlum [Lustbader, Eric Van & Ludlum, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Espionage, Thrillers, Robert Ludlum
ISBN: 9780752865591
Publisher: Orion
Published: 2004-04-29T04:00:00+00:00

Bourne awoke to the sound of practice arpeggios and the aromatic smell of coffee. For a moment he hung between sleep and consciousness. He was aware that he was lying on Annaka Vadas' sofa, that he had an eiderdown comforter over him and a goose feather pillow beneath his head. At once he rose fully out of sleep into Annaka's sun-drenched apartment. He turned, saw her sitting at the gleaming grand piano, a huge cup of coffee by her side.

"What time is it?"

She continued her chord runs without picking up her head. "After noon." "Christ!"

"Yes, it was time for my practice, time you got up." She began to play a melody he couldn't place. "I actually thought you'd have gone back to your hotel by the time I awoke, but I came in here and there you were, sleeping like a child. So I went and made coffee. Would you like some?" "Absolutely." "You know where it is." She picked up her head then, refused to turn away, watched him as he peeled off the eiderdown, drew on his cords and shirt. He padded into the bathroom, and when he was finished, he went into the kitchen. As he was pouring himself coffee, she said, "You have a nice body, scarred though it is." He searched for cream; apparently she liked her coffee black. "The scars give me character."

"Even the one around your neck?"

Poking through the refrigerator, he didn't answer her but, rather, involuntarily put a hand to the wound, and in so doing felt again Mylene Dutronc's compassionate ministrations.

"That one's new," she said. "What happened?" "I had an encounter with a very large, very angry creature." She stirred, abruptly uneasy. "Who tried to strangle you?" He had found the cream. He poured in a dollop, then two teaspoonfuls of sugar, took his first sip. Returning to the living room, he said, "Anger can do that to you, or didn't you know?"

"How would I? I'm not a part of your violent world." He looked at her levelly. "You tried to shoot me, or have you forgotten?" "I don't forget anything," she said shortly. Something he'd said had chafed her, but he didn't know what it was. Part of her was frayed thin. Perhaps it was only the shock of her father's sudden and violent death. In any case he decided to try another tack. "There's nothing edible in your refrigerator."

"I usually go out to eat. There's a sweet cafe" five blocks away." "Do you think we could go there?" he said. "I'm starving." "As soon as I'm finished. Our late night delayed my day." The piano bench scraped the floor as she settled herself more fully. Then the first bars of Chopin's Nocturne in B-Flat Minor drifted through the room, swirling like leaves falling on a golden autumn afternoon. He was surprised at how much pleasure the music gave him.

After some moments, he got up, went to the small escritoire and opened her computer.

"Please don't do that," Annaka said without taking her eyes from the music sheet.

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