Part 31 (2/2)
”Great question,” Reacher said.
”What's the answer?”
”I don't know.”
48
The clock in Reacher's head hit one in the morning and the clock on the diner's wall followed it a minute later. Vaughan looked at her watch and said, ”I better get back in the saddle.”
Reacher said, ”OK.”
”Go get some sleep.”
”OK.”
”Will you come with me to Colorado Springs? To the lab, with the water sample?”
”When?”
”Tomorrow, today, whatever it is now.”
”I don't know anything about water.”
”That's why we're going to the lab.”
”What time?”
”Leave at ten?”
”That's early for you.”
”I don't sleep anyway. And this is the end of my pattern. I'm off duty for four nights now. Ten on, four off. And we should leave early because it's a long ride, there and back.”
”Still trying to keep me out of trouble? Even on your downtime?”
”I've given up on keeping you out of trouble.”
”Then why?”
Vaughan said, ”Because I'd like your company. That's all.”
She put four bucks on the table for her juice. She put the salt and the pepper and the sugar back where they belonged. Then she slid out of the booth and walked away and pushed through the door and headed for her car.
Reacher showered and was in bed by two o'clock in the morning. He slept dreamlessly and woke up at eight. He showered again and walked the length of the town to the hardware store. He spent five minutes looking at ladders on the sidewalk, and then he went inside and found the racks of pants and s.h.i.+rts and chose a new one of each. This time he went for darker colors and a different brand. Prewashed, and therefore softer. Less durable in the long term, but he wasn't interested in the long term.
He changed in his motel room and left his old stuff folded on the floor next to the trash can. Maybe the maid had a needy male relative his size. Maybe she would know how to launder things so they came out at least marginally flexible. He stepped out of his room and saw that Maria's bathroom light was on. He walked to the office. The clerk was on her stool. Behind her shoulder, the hook for Maria's room had no key on it. The clerk saw him looking and said, ”She came back this morning.”
He asked, ”What time?”
”Very early. About six.”
”Did you see how she got here?”
The woman looked both ways and lowered her voice and said, ”In an armored car. With a soldier.”
”An armored car?”
”Like you see on the news.”
Reacher said, ”A Humvee.”
The woman nodded. ”Like a jeep. But with a roof. The soldier didn't stay. Which I'm glad about. I'm no prude, but I couldn't permit a thing like that. Not here.”
”Don't worry,” Reacher said. ”She already has a boyfriend.”
Or had,he thought.
The woman said, ”She's too young to be fooling around with soldiers.”
”Is there an age limit?”
”There ought to be.”
Reacher paid his bill and walked back down the row, doing the math. According to the old man's telephone testimony, he had let Maria out at the MP base around eight-thirty the previous morning. She had arrived back in a Humvee at six. The Humvee wouldn't have detoured around the Interstates. It would have come straight through Despair, which was a thirty-minute drive, max. Therefore she had been held for twenty-one hours. Therefore her problem was outside of the FOB's local jurisdiction. She had been locked in a room and her story had been pa.s.sed up the chain of command. Phone tag, voice mails, secure telexes. Maybe a conference call. Eventually, a decision taken elsewhere, release, the offer of a ride home.
Sympathy, but no help.
No help about what?
He stopped outside her door and listened. The shower wasn't running. He waited one minute in case she was toweling off and a second minute in case she was dressing. Then he knocked. A third minute later she opened the door. Her hair was slick with water. The weight gave it an extra inch of length. She was dressed in jeans and a blue T-s.h.i.+rt. No shoes. Her feet were tiny, like a child's. Her toes were straight. She had been raised by conscientious parents, who had cared about appropriate footwear.
”You OK?” he asked her, which was a dumb question. She didn't look OK. She looked small and tired and lost and bewildered.
She didn't answer.
He said, ”You went to the MP base, asking about Raphael.”
She nodded.
He said, ”You thought they could help you, but they didn't.”
She nodded.
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