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chained bicycleHis back against the wall, Jason removed the gun from his belt and watched the
woman in the nun’s habit rush to the lamppostShe fumbled with a key in the dim light, awkwardly
trying to insert it into the base of the lockBourne stepped out on the pavement and walked swiftly,
silently forward
“You’ll be late for early Mass,” he said
The woman spun around, the key flying into the street, her black cloth snapping in the turn as
she plunged her right hand between the folds of her habitJason lurched, gripping her arm with his
left hand and tearing off the large white hat with his rightAt the sight of the exposed face in front
of him, he gasped
“My God,” he whispered“It’s you!”
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“I know you!” cried BourneYou
had one of those dress shops Honoré—Carlos’s drop in the Faubourg! I
found you in a confessional booth in Neuilly-sur-SeineI thought you were dead The woman’s
sharp, creased, middle-aged fade was contorted in frenzyShe tried to twist out of his grip, but
Jason stepped sideways as she pivoted, yanking her away in a sweeping circular motion, crashing
her against the wall, pinning her, his left forearm across her throat“But you weren’t deadYou
were part of the trap that ended at the Louvre, blew apart at the Louvre! By Christ, you’re
coming with meMen died in that trap—Frenchmen died—and I couldn’t stay around and tell them
how it happened or who was responsibleIn my country, you kill a cop, it doesn’t go off the
booksIt’s no different over here; and when it’s cops, they don’t stop lookingOh, they’ll
remember the Louvre, they’ll remember their men!”
“You’re wrong!” choked the woman, her wide green eyes bulging“I’m not who you think I
am—”
“You’re Lavier! Queen of the Faubourg, sole contact to the Jackal’s woman, the general’s wife
Don’t tell me I’m wrong I followed the two of you out to Neuilly—to that church with the bells
ringing and priests everywhere—one of them Carlos! Moments later his whore came back out, but
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