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@@@@@What 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 Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 169 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 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 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, split in two by the 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 whi