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“Then Henry knows by now; he’s probably in shockHe’s lost two drug boats in two days, and
only one is likely to be paid for, and he still doesn’t know about his boss, the so honorable Crown
governor, lackey of the Jackal who made fools of the Foreign Office by passing off a small-time
Paris hit man as a venerable hero of FranceThe wires will be burning all night between
Government House and Whitehall
“Another drug boat? What are you trying to tell me? What does Henry know now—what could
my guards tell him?”
“Your question a minute ago was how did the Jackal know about the reef off the coast of
Antigua called Devil’s Mouth
“Take my word for it, Doctor Webb, I remember the questionHow could he?”
“Because he had a third man here, that’s what your Royal Commandos have told Henry by now
A blond-haired son of a bitch who heads up Montserrat’s drug patrols
“Him? Rickman? The one-man British Ku Klux Klan? By-the-Rules-Rickman, scourge of
anybody who’s afraid to yell back at him? Holy Christ, Henry won’t believe it!”
“Why not? You just described a likely disciple of Carlos
“I suppose I did, but it seems so unlikelyHe’s the original sanctimonious deaconPrayer
meetings before work in the morning, calling on God to aid him in his battle against Satan, no
alcohol, no women—”
“Savonarola?”
“I’d say that fits—from what I remember reading for history courses
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“Then I’d say he’s prime meat for the JackalAnd Henry will believe it when his lead boat
doesn’t come back to Plymouth and the bodies of the crew float up on shore or simply don’t show
up for the prayer meetings
“That’s how Carlos got away?”
“Yes Bourne nodded and gestured at the couch several feet in front of him, the space between
taken up by a glass-topped coffee table
“What have we been doing?”
“Not about what has happened, Bro, but about what’s going to happen
“What’s going to happen?” asked StJacques, lowering himself on the couch
“No!” cried the younger man, shooting to his feet as if propelled by a bolt of electricity“You
can’t!”
“I have toHe knows our names, where we live
“Where are you going?”
“Paris
“Goddamn it, no! You can’t do that to Marie! Or to the kids, for Christ’s sakeI won’t let you!”
“You can’t stop me
“For God’s sake, David, listen to me! If Washington’s too cheap or doesn’t give a shit, believe
me, Ottawa’s cut from better sto