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Where is that other nurse? That lovely girl who takes care of my woman? Where is she? I
haven?t seen her all day! The emphatic phrases were repeated over and over again with growing
hostility
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Jason slippedHe was caught! He was behind the coastal wall, his left foot entangled in thick
vinesHe could not pull his leg loose?the strength was not there! He moved his head?his
shoulders?and the hot flashes of pain broke out on his neckHis
lungs bursting, the blood now drenching his shirt, he worked his way free and crawled on
Suddenly there were lights, colored lights spilling over the wallThey had reached the path to
the chapel, the red and blue floodlights that lit up the entrance to Tranquility Inn?s sealed off
sanctuaryIt was the last destination before the return route back to Fontaine?s villa, and one they
all agreed was designed more to permit the old Frenchman time to catch his breath than for any
other purposeJacques had stationed a guard there to prevent entrance into the demolished
chapelThere would be no contact hereThen cartier watch fake Bourne heard the words over the radio?the words
that would send the false nurse racing away from her false charge
?Get away from me!? yelled FontaineWhere is our regular nurse? What have
you done with her??
Up ahead, the two commandos were side by side, crouching below the wallThey turned and
looked at Jason, their expressions in the eerie wash of colored lights telling him what he knew only
too wellFrom that moment on, all decisions were his; they had led him, escorted him, to his
enemyThe rest was up to him
The unexpected rarely disturbed Bourne; it did nowHad Fontaine made a mistake? Had the old
man forgotten about the inn?s guard and erroneously presumed he was the Jackal?s contact? In his
aged eyes had an understandably surprised reaction on the guard?s part been misinterpreted as an
approach? Anything was possible, but considering the Frenchman?s background?the life of a
survivor?and the state of his alert mind, such a mistake was not realistic
Then the possibility of another reality came into focus and it was sickeningHad the guard been
killed or bribed, replaced by discount chanel quilted handbag another? Carlos was a master of the turn-aroundIt was said he had
fulfilled a contract on the assassination of Anwar Sadat without firing a weapon, by merely
replacing the Egyptian president?s security detail with inexperienced recruits?money dispersed in
Cairo returned a hundredfold by the anti-Israel brotherhoods in the Middle EastIf it were true, the
exercise on Tranquility Isle was child?s play
Jason rose to his feet, gripped the top of the coastal wall, and slowly, painfully, his neck causing
agony, pulled himself up over the ledge, again slowly, inch by inch, sending one arm after the other
across the surface to grab the opposing edge for supportWhat he saw stunned him!
Fontaine was immobile, his mouth gaped in shock, his wide eyes disbelieving, as another old
man in a tan gabardine suit approached him and threw his arms around the aged hero of France
Fontaine pushed the man away in panic and bewildermentThe words erupted out of the radio in
Bourne?s pocket?Claude! Quelle secousse! Vous ?tes ici!?
The ancient friend replied in a tremulous voice, speaking French?It is a lady dior bag privilege our
monseigneur permitted meTo see for a final time my sister, and to give comfort to my friend, her
husbandI am here and I am with you!?
?With me? He brought you here? But, of course, he did!?
?I am to take you to himThe great man wishes to speak with you
?Do you know what you?re doing?what you?ve done??
?I am with you, with herWhat else matters??
?She?s dead! She took her own life last night! He intended to kill us both
Shut off your radio! screamed Bourne in the silence of his thoughtsKill the radio! It was too
lateThe left door of the chapel opened and the silhouetted figure of a man walked out into the
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floodlit corridor of colored lightsHe was young, muscular and blond, with blunt features and rigid
postureWas 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 rolex oyster perpetual date 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
And 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
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