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?We knew it would happen,? said Marie St. Jacques Webb. ?It was merely a question of time.?
?It?s crazy!? David whispered so as not to? wake the children. ?Everything?s buried, maximum
archive security and all the rest of that crap! How did anyone find Alex and Mo??
?We don?t know, but Alex will start looking. There?s no one better than Alex, you said that
yourself??
?He?s marked now?he?s a dead man,? interrupted Webb grimly. ?They?ll kill him and come
after me ... after us, which is why you and the kids are heading south. The Caribbean.?
?I?ll send them, darling. Not me.?
?There?s nothing to discuss.? Webb breathed deeply, steadily, imposing a strange control. ?I?ve
been there before,? he said quietly.
Marie looked at her husband, his suddenly passive face outlined in the dim wash of the
dashboard lights. What she saw frightened her far more than the specter of the Jackal. She was not
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