Was the Jackal training someone else to take his... Was the Jackal training someone else to take his place?
“Come with me, please,” said the blond man, his French gentle but icily commanding“You,”
he added, addressing the old man in the tan gabardine suitAt the slightest
sound, fire your gun
Jason watched helplessly as Fontaine was escorted through the door of the chapelFrom the
pocket of his jacket there was an eruption of static followed by a snap; the Frenchman’s radio had
been found and destroyedYet something was wrong, off center, out of balance—or perhaps too
symmetricalIt made no sense for Carlos to use the location of a failed trap a second time, no sense
at all! The appearance of the brother of Fontaine’s wife was an exceptional move, worthy of the
Jackal, a truly unexpected move within the swirling winds of confusion, but not this, not again
Tranquility Inn’s superfluous chapelIt was too orderly, too repetitive, too obvious
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spy bag replica therefore right? considered BourneWas it the illogical logic of the assassin who had
eluded a hundred special branches of the international intelligence community for nearly thirty
years? “He wouldn’t do that—it’s crazy!” “Oh, yes, he might because he knows we think it’s
crazy Was the Jackal in the chapel or wasn’t he? If not, where was he? Where had he set his trap?
The lethal chess game was not only supremely intricate, it was sublimely intimateOthers might
die, but only one of them would liveIt was the only way it could endDeath to the seller of death
or death to the challenger, one seeking the preservation of a legend, the other seeking the
preservation of his family and himselfCarlos had the advantage; ultimately he would risk
everything, for, as Fontaine revealed, he was a dying man and he did not careBourne had
everything to live for, a middle-aged hunter whose life was indelibly marked,
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death of a vaguely remembered wife and children long ago in far-off CambodiaIt could not, would
not, happen again!
Jason slid down off the coastal wall to the slanting precipice at its baseHe crawled forward to
the two former commandos and whispered, “They’ve taken Fontaine inside
“Where is the guard?” asked the man nearest Bourne, confusion and anger in his whisper“I
myself placed him here with specific instructionsNo one was permitted insideHe was to be on the
radio the instant he saw anyone!”
“Then I’m afraid he didn’t see him
“Who?”
“A blond man who speaks French
Both commandos whipped their heads toward each other, exchanging glances as the second
guard instantly looked at Jason and spoke quietly“Describe him, please,” he said
“Medium height, large chest and shoulders—”
“Enough,” interrupted the first guard“Our man saw him, sirHe is third provost of the
government
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“But why is he here, mon?” the second commando asked his colleagueSaint Jay said the
Crown police are not told everything, they are not part of usHe has Crown boats, six or seven, running back and forth with orders to stop
anyone leaving TranquilityThey are drug boats, monSir Henry calls it a patrol exercise, so
naturally the chief of investigations must be—” The lilting whisper of the West Indian trailed off in
midsentence as he looked at his companionThen why isn’t he out on the water, mon? On the
lead boat, mon?”
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“Do you like him?” asked Bourne instinctively, surprising himself by his own question“I mean,
do you respect him? I could be wrong but I seem to sense something—”
“You are not wrong, sir,” answered the first guard, interrupting“The provost is a cruel man
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he doesn’t like the ‘Punjabis,’ as he calls usHe’s very quick to accuse us, and many have lost work
because of his rash accusations
“Why don’t you complain, get rid of him? The British will listen to you
“The Crown governor will not, sir,” explained the second guard“He’s very partial to his strict
chief of narcoticsThey are good friends and often go out after the big fish together Jason did see and was suddenly alarmed, very alarmed“Saint Jay told me there used to
be a path behind the chapelHe said it might be overgrown, but he thought it was still there
“It is,” confirmed the first commando“The help still use it to go down to the water on their off
times
“How long is it?”
“Thirty-five, forty metersIt leads to an incline where steps have been cut out of the rocks that
take one down to the beach
“Which of you is faster?” asked Bourne, reaching into his pocket and taking out the reel of
fishing
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