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Bad Luck and Trouble (Jack Reacher #11) Page 52
Author: Lee Child

It took a little more than thirty-five minutes for Diana Bond to get back. Slow traffic, inconvenient highway exits. They saw her car pull into the lot. A minute later she was back at the table. Standing beside it, not sitting at it. Angry.

"We had a deal," she said. "I talk to you one time, you leave me alone."

"Six more questions," Reacher said. "Then we leave you alone."

"Go to hell."

"This is important."

"Not to me."

"You came back. You could have kept on driving. You could have called the DIA. But you didn't. So quit pretending. You're going to answer."

Silence in the room. No sound, except tires on the boulevard and a distant hum from the kitchen. A dishwasher, maybe.

"Six questions?" Bond said. "OK, but I'll be counting carefully."

"Sit down," Reacher said. "Order dessert."

"I don't want dessert," she said. "Not here." But she sat down, in the same chair she had used before.

"First question," Reacher said. "Does New Age have a rival? A competitor somewhere with similar technology?"

Diana Bond said, "No."

"Nobody all bitter and frustrated because they were outbid?"

"No," Bond said again. "New Age's proposition was unique."

"OK, second question. Does the government really want Little Wing to work?"

"Why the hell wouldn't it?"

"Because governments can get nervous about developing new attack capabilities without having appropriate defense capabilities already in place."

"That's a concern I've never heard mentioned."

"Really? Suppose Little Wing is captured and copied? The Pentagon knows how much damage it can do. Are we happy to face having the thing turned around against us?"

"It's not an issue," Bond said. "We would never do anything if we thought like that. The Manhattan Project would have been canceled, supersonic fighters, everything."

"OK," Reacher said. "Now tell me about New Age's bench assembly."

"Is this the third question?"

"Yes."

"What about their bench assembly?"

"Tell me what it is, basically. I never worked in the electronics business."

"It's assembly by hand," Bond said. "Women in sterile rooms at laboratory benches in shower caps using magnifying glasses and soldering irons."

"Slow," Reacher said.

"Obviously. A dozen units a day instead of hundreds or thousands."

"A dozen?"

"That's all they're averaging right now. Nine or ten or twelve or thirteen a day."

"When did they start bench assembly?"

"Is this the fourth question?"

"Yes, it is."

"They started bench assembly about seven months ago."

"How did it go?"

"Is this the fifth question?"

"No, it's a follow-up."

"It went fine for the first three months. They hit their targets."

"Six days a week, right?"

"Yes."

"When did they hit problems?"

"About four months ago."

"What kind of problems?"

"Is this the last question?"

"No, it's another follow-up."

"After assembly the units are tested. More and more of them weren't working."

"Who tests them?"

"They have a quality control director."

"Independent?"

"No. He was the original development engineer. At this stage he's the only one who can test them because he's the only one who knows how they're supposed to work."

"What happens to the rejects?"

"They get destroyed."

Reacher said nothing.

Diana Bond said, "Now I really have to go."

"Last question," Reacher said. "Did you cut their funding because of their problems? Did they fire people?"

"Of course not," Bond said. "Are you nuts? That's not how it works. We maintained their budget. They maintained their staff. We had to. They had to. We have to make this thing work."

56

Diana Bond left for the second time and Reacher went back to his pie. The apples were cold and the crust was leathery and the ice cream had melted all over the plate. But he didn't care. He wasn't really tasting anything.

O'Donnell said, "We should celebrate."

"Should we?" Reacher said.

"Of course we should. We know what happened now."

"And that means we should celebrate?"

"Well, doesn't it?"

"Lay it out for me and see for yourself."

"OK, Swan wasn't pursuing some private concern here. He was investigating his own company. He was checking why the success rate fell away so badly after the first three months. He was worried about insider involvement. Therefore he needed clerical help on the outside because of eavesdropping and random data monitoring in his office. Therefore he recruited Franz and Sanchez and Orozco. Who else would he trust?"

"And?"

"First they analyzed the production figures. Which were all those numbers we found. Seven months, six days a week. Then they ruled out sabotage. New Age had no rivals that stood to gain anything and the Pentagon wasn't working against them behind the scenes."

"So?"

"What else was there? They figured the quality control guy had falsely condemned six hundred and fifty working units and the firm was booking them in as destroyed but actually selling them out the back door for a hundred grand apiece to someone called Azhari Mahmoud, a.k.a. whoever. Hence the list of names and the note on Sanchez's napkin."

"And?"

"They confronted New Age prematurely and got killed for it. The firm cooked up a story to cover Swan's disappearance and the dragon lady fed it to you."

"So now we should celebrate?"

"We know what happened, Reacher. We always used to celebrate."

Reacher said nothing.

"It's a home run," O'Donnell said. "Isn't it? And you know what? It's almost funny. You said we should talk to Swan's old boss? Well, I think we already did. Who else could it have been on that cell phone? That was New Age's Director of Security."

"Probably."

"So what's the problem?"

"What did you say way back in that Beverly Hills hotel room?"

"I don't know. Lots of things."

"You said you wanted to piss on their ancestors' graves."

"And I will."

"You won't," Reacher said. "And neither will I, or any of us. Which isn't going to feel good. That's why we can't celebrate."

"They're right here in town. They're sitting ducks."

"They sold six hundred and fifty working electronics packs out the back door. Which has implications. Somebody wants the technology, they buy one pack and copy it. Somebody buys six hundred and fifty, it's because they want the missiles themselves. And they don't buy the electronics down here unless they're also buying the rockets and the launch tubes up there in Colorado. That's what we've got to face here. Some guy called Azhari Mahmoud now owns six hundred and fifty brand-new latest-generation SAMs. Whoever he is, we can guess what he wants them for. It'll be some kind of a big, big deal. So we have to tell someone, folks."

Nobody spoke.

"And a thin minute after we drop that dime, we're buried up to our armpits in federal agents. We won't be able to cross the street without permission, let alone go get these guys. We'll have to sit back and watch them get lawyers and eat three squares a day for the next ten years while they run through all their appeals."

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