@@@@@oh, my God! For my family! he refused to
@@@@@oh, my God! For my family!
he refused to live with the consequences of that killing or those killingsWhere he was going
there were no rules; the innocent might well die in the cross fireDavid Webb would
violently object, but Jason Bourne didn’t give a goddamnHe’d been there before; he knew the
statistics, Webb knew nothing
Marie, I’ll stop him! I promise you I’ll rip him out of your livesI’ll take the Jackal and leave a
dead manHe’ll never be able to touch you again—you’ll be free
Oh, Christ, who am I? Mo, help me! No, Mo, don’t! I am what I have to beI am cold and I’m
getting colderclear, transparent ice, ice so cold and pure it can move anywhere
without being seenCan’t you understand, Mo—you, too, Marie—I have to! David has to goI
can’t have him around any longer
Forgive me, Marie, and you forgive me, Doctor, but I’m thinking the truthA truth that has to be
faced right nowI’m not a fool, nor do I fool myselfYou both want me to let Jason Bourne get out
of my life, release him to some infinity, but the reverse is what I have to do nowDavid has to
leave, at least for a while
Don’t bother me with such considerations! I have work to do
Where the hell is the men’s department? When he was finished making his purchases, all paid
for in cash with as many different clerks as possible, he would find a men’s room where he would
replace every stitch of clothing on his bodyAfter that he would walk the streets of Washington
until he found a hidden sewer grateThe Chameleon, too, was back
It was 7:35 in the evening when Bourne put down the single-edged razor bladeHe had removed
all the labels from the assortment of new clothes, hanging up each item in the closet when he had
finished except for the shirts; these he steamed in the bathroom to remove the odor of newn