Re: bedgown recite

Jason watched them. Stay in the hallway where I can see you and dont move! he shouted, crossing to the desk, his eyes darting from one object to another, taking in the last items Norman Swayne saw before placing the automatic in his mouth. Something was wrong. On the right side of the wide green blotter was a Pentagon memorandum pad, Swaynes rank and name printed below the insignia of the United States Army. Next to the pad, to the left of the blotters leather border, was a gold ballpoint pen, its sharp silver point protruding, as if recently used, the writer forgetting to twist it back into its recess. Bourne leaned over the desk within inches of the dead body, the acrid smell of the exploded shell and burnt flesh still pungent, and studied the memo pad. It was blank, but Jason carefully tore off the top pages, folded them, and put them into his trousers pocket. He stepped back still bothered.

From:	Lamprecht Coffin
Subject:	Re: bedgown recite
Date:	Sat, 17 Dec 2005 10:24:07 -0500