The Bourne Betrayal by Robert Ludlum, Eric Van Lustbader

anything.”
    “You’re right about the method, wrong about the messenger. Remember when Cevik struck the match?”
    “How could I forget?” she said bitterly.
    “That was the final signal for the waiting Hummer.”
    “That’s just the point, the Hummer was already waiting. You knew because it was your setup.”
    “If it was my setup, would I be telling you about it? Think, Soraya! You called Hytner to tell him we were going outside. It was Hytner who called Cevik’s people.”
    Her laugh was harsh and derisive. “What, so then one of Cevik’s people shot Tim to death? Why on earth would they do that?”
    “To cover their tracks absolutely. With Hytner dead, there was no chance of him being caught and giving them up.”
    She shook her head stubbornly. “I knew Tim a long time; he was no traitor.”
    “Those are usually the guilty ones, Soraya.”
    “Shut up!”
    “Maybe he wasn’t a willing traitor. Maybe they got to him in some way.”
    “Don’t say one more thing against Tim.” She brandished the knife. “You’re just trying to save your own skin.”
    “Look, you’re absolutely right that Cevik’s escape was planned in advance. But I didn’t know where Cevik was being held-I didn’t even know you were holding anyone until you told me not ten minutes before you took me to see Cevik.”
    This stopped her in her tracks. She looked at him oddly. It was the same look she’d given him when he’d first seen her down in the Typhon ops center.
    “If I was your enemy, why would I save you from the explosion?”
    A little shiver went through her. “I don’t pretend to have all the answers-”
    Bourne shrugged. “If your mind’s made up, maybe I shouldn’t confuse you with the truth.”
    She took a breath, her nostrils flared. “I don’t know what to believe. Ever since you came down to Typhon-”
    In a flash he reached out, disarmed her. She stared at him wide-eyed as he reversed the knife, handing it back to her butt-first.
    “If I was your enemy . . .”
    She looked at it a long time, then up at him as she took it, slid it back into its neoprene sheath at the small of her back.
    “Okay, so you’re not the enemy. But neither was Tim. There’s got to be another explanation.”
    “Then we’ll find it together,” he said. “I have my name to clear, you have Hytner’s.”
    “Give me your right hand,” she said to Bourne.
    Gripping Bourne’s wrist, she turned the hand over so that the palm was faceup. With her other hand, she laid the flat of the blade on the tip of Bourne’s forefinger.
    “Don’t move.”
    With one deft motion she flicked the blade forward, along his skin. Instead of drawing blood, she lifted off a minute oval of translucent material so thin Bourne had not felt or noticed it.
    “Here we go.” She held it up in the fitful glow of the streetlight for Bourne to see. “It’s known as a NET . A nano-electronic tag, according to the tech boys from DARPA .” She meant the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, an arm of the Department of Defense. “It uses nanotechnology-microscopic servers. This is how I tracked you with the copter so quickly.”
    Bourne had fleetingly wondered how the CI copter had picked him up so quickly, but he’d assumed it was the Hummer’s distinctive profile they’d spotted. He considered for a moment. Now he recalled with vivid clarity the curious look Tim Hytner had given him when he had handled the transcript of Cevik’s phone conversation: That was how they’d planted the NET on him.
    “Sonovabitch!” He eyed Soraya as she slid the NET into a small oval plastic case and screwed down the lid. “They were going to monitor me all the way to Ras Dejen, weren’t they?”
    She nodded. “DCI’s orders.”
    “So much for the promise to keep me off the leash,” Bourne said bitterly.
    “You’re off now.”
    He nodded. “Thanks.”
    “How about returning the favor?”
    “Which would be . . . ?”
    “Let me help you.”
    He shook