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"I think you did. "
"Well, you're wrong, you old coot. What do you want?"
"You're cranky this morning. "
"I was up late last night. "
"Doing what?"
"Looking around. "
"And?"
"There are a couple of things," I said.
"Like what?"
"Just two specific items. Matters of interest. "
"Do they represent progress?"
"At this point they're just questions. The answers might represent progress, eventually. If I ever get them. "
Garber said, "Munro is getting nowhere at Kelham. Not so far. This whole thing might be more complicated than we thought. "
I didn't answer that. Garber was quiet for a beat.
"Wait," he said. "What do you mean, if you ever get the answers?"
I didn't answer.
Garber said, "And why were you looking around in the dark? Wouldn't it have been better to wait for first light?"
I said, "I met the chief here. "
"And?"
"Different from what you might expect. "
"How?" Garber asked. "Is he honest?"
"He's a she," I said. "Her father was sheriff before her. "
Garber paused again.
"Don't tell me," he said. "She figured you out. "
I didn't answer.
"Christ on a bike," he said. "This has got to be a new world record. How long did it take her? Ten minutes? Five?"
"She was a Marine MP," I said. "One of us, practically. She knew all along. She was expecting me. To her it was a predictable move. "
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. "
"Is she going to shut you out?"
"Worse. She wants to throw me out. "
"Well, you can't let her do that. No way. You have to stay there. That's for damn sure. In fact, I'm ordering you not to come back. You hear me? Your orders are to stay. She can't throw you out anyway. It's a question of civil rights. The First Amendment, or something. Free association. Mississippi is part of the Union, same as anywhere else. It's a free country. So stay there, OK?"
I hung up with Garber and sat in the little office for a moment. I found a dollar bill in my pocket and left it on the desk, to cover the cost of an outgoing call, and I dialed the Pentagon. The Pentagon has a lot of numbers and a lot of operators, and I chose one that always answered. I asked the guy to try John James Frazer's billet, just on the off chance. The Senate Liaison guy. I wasn't expecting him to be there not long after six in the morning, but he was. Which told me something. I introduced myself and told him I had no news.
"You must have something," he said. "Or you wouldn't have called. "
"I have a warning," I said.
"What kind?"
"I've seen a couple of things, and they're enough to tell me this situation is going to turn out bad. It's going to turn out sick and weird and it's going to be all over every newspaper for a month. Even if it's nothing to do with Kelham, we could end up tainted. Just because of the proximity. "
Frazer paused. "How sick?"
"Potentially very sick. "
"Gut feeling? Is it anything to do with Kelham?"
"Too early to say. "
"Help me out here, Reacher. Best guess?"
"At this stage, I'd say no. No military involvement. "
"That's good to hear. "
"It's only a guess," I said. "Don't break out the cigars just yet. "
I didn't go back to bed. No point. Too late. I just brushed my teeth and showered and chewed some gum and got fully dressed. Then I stood by my window and watched the dawn. The creeping daylight enlarged the world. I saw Main Street in all its detailed glory. I saw scrub and fields and forest extending in every direction.
Then I sat in my chair to wait. I figured I would hear Deveraux go out to her car. I was more or less right above where it was parked at the curb.
16
I heard Deveraux leave the hotel at twenty past seven exactly. First the street door creaked open and slammed shut, and then her car door creaked open and slammed shut. I got up and looked out the window. She was behind the wheel, low in the seat, in what looked like a clean version of the same uniform she had worn the day before. Her riot of hair was still wet from the shower. She was talking on the radio. Probably telling Pellegrino that job one for the day was to haul my ass halfway back to Memphis.
I went down the stairs and stepped out to the sidewalk. The morning air was fresh and cold. I looked up the street and saw that Deveraux's car was parked again, right outside the diner. So far, so good. I walked in that direction and pushed in through the door, past the pay phone, past the hostess station. There were six customers inside, including Deveraux. The other five were men, four of them in work clothes and the fifth in a pale-colored suit. A professional gentleman. Maybe a country lawyer or a country doctor, or the guy that ran the loan office next to Brannan's bar. The waitress was the same woman as the night before. She was busy toting plates of food, so I didn't wait for her. I just walked up to Deveraux's table and said, "Would you mind if I joined you?"
She was sipping coffee. She didn't have her food yet. She smiled and said, "Good morning. "
Her tone was warm. She seemed happy to see me.
I said, "Yes, good morning. "
She said, "Have you come to say goodbye? That's very polite and very formal. "
I said nothing in reply to that. She did her thing with her foot again, under the table, and kicked the facing chair out. I sat down. She asked, "Did you sleep well?"
I said, "Fine. "
"The train didn't wake you at midnight? It takes some getting used to. "
"I was still up," I said.
"Doing what?"
"This and that," I said.
"Inside or out?"
"Out," I said.
"You found the crime scene?"
I nodded.
She nodded in turn.
"And you found two things of note," she said. "So you thought you'd stop by and make sure I appreciated their significance before you got on your way. That's very public-spirited of you. "
The waitress came by and put a heaping plate of French toast on the table. Then she turned to me and I ordered the same thing, with coffee. Deveraux waited until she was gone, and asked, "Or was it entirely private-spirited? Is this your one last attempt to protect the army before you go?"
"I'm not going," I said.
She smiled again. "Are you going to give me your civil rights speech now? Free country, and all that bullshit?"
"Something like that. "
She paused a beat.
"I'm all for civil rights," she said. "And certainly there's room at the inn, as they say. So sure, by all means, please stay. Enjoy yourself. There are trails to hike, and there are things to hunt, and there are sights to see. Knock yourself out. Do whatever you want to. Just don't get between me and my investigation. "
I asked her, "How do you explain the two things?"
"Do I need to? To you?"
"Two heads are better than one. "
"I can't trust you," she said. "You're here to steer me wrong, if you have to. "
"No, I'm here to warn the army if things start to look bad. Which I will, if I have to. But we're a long way from any kind of a conclusion here. We've barely even started. It's too early to steer anybody anywhere, even if I was going to. Which I'm not. "
"We?" she said. "We're a long way from a conclusion? What is this
, a democracy?"
"OK, you," I said.
"Yes," she said. "Me. "
At that point the waitress came back with my meal. And my coffee. I sniffed the steam and took a long first sip. A little ritual. Nothing better than just-made coffee, early in the morning. Across the table from me Deveraux continued eating. She was cleaning her plate. A metabolism like a nuclear plant.
She said, "OK, time out. Convince me. Put your cards on the table. Tell me about the first thing, and spin it so it looks bad for the army. Which it does, by the way, spin or no spin. "
I looked straight at her. "Have you been on the base?"
"All over it. "
"I haven't. Therefore apparently you know what I'm only guessing. "
She nodded. "So bear that in mind. Tread carefully. Don't blow smoke. "
I said, "Janice May Chapman was not raped in that alley. "
"Because?"
"Because Pellegrino reported gravel abrasions on the corpse. And there's no gravel in that alley. Nor anywhere else that I could see. It's all dirt or blacktop or smooth paving stones for miles around. "
"The railroad track has gravel," she said.
A test. She wanted me to jump all over it.
"Not really gravel," I said. "The railroad track has larger stones. Ballast, they call it, in a rail bed. Pieces of granite, bigger than a pebble, smaller than a fist. The injuries would look completely different. They wouldn't look like gravel rash. "
"The roads are gravel. "
Another test.
"Bound with tar and rolled," I said. "Not the same at all. "
"So?"
The final test.
Spin it so it looks bad for the army.
"Kelham is for the elite," I said. "It's a finishing school for the 75th, which is special ops support. It's a big place. They must have all kinds of simulated terrain. Sand, to simulate the desert. Concrete, like the frozen steppes. Fake villages, all that kind of shit. I'm sure they have plenty of gravel there, for one reason or another. "
Deveraux nodded again. "They have a running track made of gravel. For endurance training. Ten laps is like ten hours on a road surface. Plus low-scoring individuals get to rake it smooth every morning. As a punishment. Two birds with one stone. "
I said nothing.
Deveraux said, "She was raped on the base. "
I said, "Not impossible. "
Deveraux said, "You're an honest man, Reacher. The son of a Marine. "
"Marines have got nothing to do with it. I'm a commissioned officer in the United States Army. We have standards too. "
I started to eat my breakfast just as she finished hers. She said, "The second thing is more problematical, though. I can't make it fit. "
"Really?" I said. "Isn't it basically the same as the first thing?"
She looked at me, blankly.
She said, "I don't see how. "
I stopped eating and looked back at her.
I said, "Talk me through it. "
"It's a simple question," she said. "How did she get there? She left her car at home, and she didn't walk. For one thing, she was wearing four-inch heels, and for another thing, no one walks anywhere anymore. But she wasn't picked up from home either. Her neighbors are the worst busybodies in the world, and both of them swear no one came calling on her. And I believe them. And no one saw her arrive in town with a soldier. Or with a civilian, for that matter. Or even on her own. And trust me, those barkeeps watch the traffic. All of them. It's a habit. They want to know if they can afford to eat tomorrow. So she just materialized in that alley, unexplained. "
I was quiet for a second.
Then I said, "That wasn't my second thing. "
"Wasn't it?"
"Your two things and my two things are not the same two things. Which means there are three things in total. "
"So what's your second thing?"
I said, "She wasn't killed in that alley, either. "
