The Bourne Ultimatum: Jason Bourne Book #3

The Bourne Ultimatum: Jason Bourne Book #3

Robert Ludlum

Language: English

Pages: 752

ISBN: 0345538218

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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At a small-town carnival, two men, each mysteriously summoned by telegram, witness a bizarre killing. The telegrams are signed “Jason Bourne.” Only they know Bourne’s true identity and understand that the telegrams are really a message from Bourne’s mortal enemy, Carlos, known also as the Jackal, the world’s deadliest and most elusive terrorist. And furthermore, they know what the Jackal wants: a final confrontation with Bourne. Now David Webb, professor of Oriental studies, husband, and father, must do what he hoped never to do again—assume the terrible identity of Jason Bourne. His plan is simple: to infiltrate the politically and economically omnipotent Medusan group and use himself as bait to lure the cunning Jackal into a deadly trap—a trap from which only one of them will escape.

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airlines and the flight numbers. What could be fairer?" "One thing more could be fairer, Monsieur Simon," replied Santos, pushing his immense frame out of the chair and baronially striding to a card table against the lacquered brick wall of his flat. "If you will, please come over here." Jason rose from the couch and walked over to the card table, instantly astonished. "You're thorough, aren't you?" "I try to be. ... Oh, don't blame the concierges, they belong to you. I'm much further below

that's the important thing. There's a way out. Bernardine gave it to us." "He was the old Frenchman?" "Let's not talk about him, okay? At least not for a while. I'm shredded enough." "All right, we won't talk about him. Still, he mentioned Les Capucines—what did he mean?" "It's our way out. There's a car waiting for me in the boulevard des Capucines. That's what he was telling me. Let's go!" They raced south out of Paris in the nondescript Peugeot, taking the Barbizon highway to

get out of there!" "What?" "Someone found us, Doctor! Someone looking for Jason Bourne—who's been looking for him for years and won't stop until he's got him in his gun sight. ... You were in charge of David's messed-up head, and I pulled every rotten string in Washington to get him and Marie out of Hong Kong alive. ... The rules were broken and we were found, Mo. You and me! The only officially recorded connections to Jason Bourne, address and occupation unknown." "Do you know what you're

residence, such as it is." "I had to know if you were capable. You can't fault me for that." "Good heavens, no. Not considering what you had me do, what I think you had me do." "Merely act as a confidential messenger, that's all. You certainly can't object to the money." "Object?" said the visitor, with a high-pitched and tremulous laugh. "Let me tell you something, Randy. You can be disbarred at thirty or thirty-five and still get by, but when you're disbarred at fifty and your trial is given

He'll pick 'em off! ... I played deep dead and he was in a hurry—oh, was he in a hurry! Look over there, will ya?" Jason swung his head in the direction of Cactus's gesture. A dozen or so books had been yanked out of a shelf on the side wall and strewn on the floor. The old man continued, his voice growing weaker. "He went over to the bookcase like in a panic, until he found what he wanted ... then to the door, that 'fifty-seven ready for bear, if you follow me. ... I figured it was you he was

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