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@@@@@“But I know the killing must stop; it’s what
@@@@@“But I know the killing must stop; it’s what my woman tried to tell meI am a
hypocrite, of course, for I am no stranger to killing, so I shall only say that this kind of killing must
stopThere is no business arrangement here, no profit in the kill, only a sick madman’s vengeance
that demands the unnecessary death of a mother and her childrenWhere is the profit there? No,
the Jackal has gone too farHe, too, must now be stopped
“That’s the most cold-blooded fucking reasoning I’ve ever heard!” cried John StJacques by the
window
“I thought your words were very well chosen,” said the former judge to the felon from Paris
“And I think I’m out of my mind to have anything to do with either of you,” broke in Jason
Bourne“But right now I don’t have a choiceIt’s eleven-thirty-five, gentlemenThe clock is
running
“The what?” asked Prefontaine
“Whatever’s going to happen will happen during the next two, five, ten or twenty-four hours
I’m flying back to Blackburne Airport, where I’ll create a scene, the bereaved husband and father
who’s gone crazy over the killing of his wife and childrenIt won’t be difficult for me, I assure
you; I’ll make a hell of a ruckusI’ll demand an immediate flight to Tranquility, and when I get
here there’ll be three pine coffins on the pier, supposedly containing my wife and children
“Everything as it should be,” interrupted the Frenchman
“Very bien,” agreed Bourne“I’ll insist that one be opened, and then I’ll scream or collapse or
both, whatever comes to mind, so that whoever’s watching won’t forget what they’ve seen
Jacques here will have to control me—be rough, Johnny, be convincing—and finally I’ll be taken
up to another villa, the one nearest the steps to the beach on the east pathThen the waiting
begins
“For this Jackal?” asked the Bostonian“He’ll know where you are?”
“Of course he |