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Gone Tomorrow (Jack Reacher #13) Page 62
Author: Lee Child

Lila Hoth asked, 'Do you see him yet?'

'I see him.'

He was naked. Very white under the lights. Different in every way from the Kabul taxi driver. Pale skin, tousled fair hair. No beard. But he was moving just the same. His head was jerking back and forth and he was screaming words. No! and Please! are recognizable in any language. And this was English. I could lip-read quite easily. I could even sense the tone. Disbelief, mainly. The kind of tone a person uses when what was assumed to be an empty threat or even a cruel joke turns out to have been deadly serious.

I said, 'I'm not going to watch this.'

Lila Hoth said, 'You should. Or you'll never be sure. Maybe we let him go.'

'When was this?'

'We set a deadline and we kept it.'

I didn't reply.

'Watch it.'

'No.'

She said, 'But I want you to watch it. I need you to watch it. It's a question of maintaining the sequence. Because I think you're going to be next.'

'Think again.'

'Watch it.'

I watched it. Maybe we let him go. You'll never be sure.

They didn't let him go.

SIXTY-FOUR

AFTERWARDS I HUNG UP THE PHONE AND PUT THE DVD IN my pocket and made it to the lobby restroom and threw up in a stall. Not really because of the pictures. I have seen worse. But because of anger and fury and frustration. All those corrosive emotions boiled up inside me and had to find some release. I rinsed my mouth and washed my face and drank some water from the tap and stood for a moment in front of the mirror.

Then I emptied my pockets. I kept my cash, and my passport, and my ATM card, and my subway card, and Theresa Lee's NYPD business card. I kept my toothbrush. I kept the phone that had rung. I dumped the other two phones in the trash, with the emergency charger, and the business card from the four dead guys, and the notes Theresa Lee had made from her partner's messages.

I dumped the DVD, too.

And the Radio Shack memory stick, pink sleeve and all.

I didn't need a decoy any more.

Then, cleansed, I headed out to see if Springfield was still around.

He was. He was in the lobby bar, in a chair, with his back to a right-angle corner. He had a glass of water on the table in front of him. He was relaxed, but he was watching everything. You can take the man out of Special Forces, and so on and so forth. He saw me coming. I sat down next to him. He asked, 'Was it folk music?'

'Yes,' I said. 'It was folk music.'

'On a DVD?'

'There was some dancing, too.'

'I don't believe you. You've gone all pale. Afghan folk dancing is pretty bad, I know, but it ain't that bad.'

'It was two guys,' I said. 'They had their bellies slit open and their guts lifted out.'

'Live on camera?'

'And then dead on camera.'

'Soundtrack?'

'Silent.'

'Who were the guys?'

'One was a taxi driver from Kabul and the other was Susan Mark's son.'

'I don't take taxis in Kabul. I prefer my own transportation. But it sucks for USC. They're down a defensive tackle. Hard to find. I checked him out. Great feet, they say.'

'Not any more.'

'Are the Hoths on the tape?'

I nodded. 'Like a confession.'

'Doesn't matter. They know we're going to kill them anyway. Doesn't really matter what we kill them for.'

'It matters to me.'

'Wise up, Reacher. That was the whole point of sending you the package. They want to make you mad and suck you in. They can't find you. So they want you to come find them.'

'Which I will.'

'Your future plans are your business. But you need to take care. You need to understand. Because this has been their tactic for two hundred years. That's why their abuse was always within earshot of the front lines. They wanted to bring out the rescue parties. Or provoke revenge attacks. They wanted a never-ending supply of prisoners. Ask the British. Or the Russians.'

'I'll take plenty of care.'

'I'm sure you'll try. But you're not going anywhere until we've finished with you, about the train.'

'Your guy saw what I saw.'

'It's in your interests to help us.'

'Not so far. All I have is promises.'

'All charges will be dropped when we have the memory stick in our possession.'

'Not good enough.'

'You want it in writing?'

'No, I want the charges dropped now. I need some freedom of action here. I can't be looking out for cops the whole time.'

'Freedom of action for what?'

'You know what.'

'OK, I'll do what I can.'

'Not good enough.'

'I can't give you guarantees. All I can do is try.'

'What are the chances you can succeed?'

'None at all. But Sansom can.'

'Are you authorized to speak for him?'

'I'll have to call him.'

'Tell him no more bullshit, OK? We're past that stage now.'

'OK.'

'And talk to him about Theresa Lee and Jacob Mark, too. And Docherty. I want a clean slate for all of them.'

'OK.'

'And Jacob Mark is going to need counselling. Especially if he sees a copy of that DVD.'

'He won't.'

'But I want him looked after. The ex-husband, as well. Molina.'

'OK.'

'Two more things,' I said.

'You drive a hard bargain, for a guy with nothing to offer.'

'Homeland Security traced the Hoths coming in from Tajikistan with their crew. Three months ago. Some kind of a computer algorithm. I want to know how many people were in the party.'

'To estimate the size of the opposing force?'

'Exactly.'

'And?'

'I want to meet with Sansom again.'

'Why?'

'I want him to tell me what is on that memory stick.'

'Not going to happen.'

'Then he doesn't get it back. I'll keep it and take a look for myself.'

'What?'

'You heard me.'

'You've actually got the stick?'

'No,' I said. 'But I know where it is.'

SIXTY-FIVE

SPRINGFIELD ASKED, 'WHERE IS IT?'

I said, 'I can't volunteer information.'

'You're full of shit.'

I shook my head. 'Not this time.'

'You sure? You can take us there?'

'I can get you within fifteen feet. The rest is up to you.'

'Why? Is it buried? In a bank vault? In a house?'

'None of the above.'

'So where is it?'

'Call Sansom,' I said. 'Set up a meeting.'

Springfield finished what was left of his water and a waiter came by with the check. Springfield paid with his platinum card, the same way he had for both of us at the Four Seasons. Which I had taken to be a good sign. It had indicated a positive dynamic. So I chose to push my luck a little farther.

'Want to get me a room?' I asked.

'Why?'

Because it's going to take time for Sansom to get me off the most-wanted list. And I'm tired. I was up all night. I want to take a nap.'

Ten minutes later we were on a high floor, in a room with a queen-size bed. A nice space, but tactically unsatisfactory. Like all high-floor hotel rooms it had a window that was no good to me and therefore only one way out. I could see that Springfield was thinking the same thing. He was thinking I was a lunatic to put myself in there.

I asked him, 'Can I trust you?'

He said, 'Yes.'

'Prove it.'

'How?'

'Give me your gun.'

'I'm not armed.'

'Answers like that don't help with the trust thing.'

'Why do you want it?'

'You know why. So if you bring the wrong people to my door I can defend myself.'

'I won't.'

'Reassure me.'

He stood still for a long moment. I knew he would rather stick a needle in his eye than give up his weapon. But he ran some calculations in his head and reached around under his suit coat to the small of his back and came out with a nine-millimetre Steyr GB pistol. The Steyr GB had been the sidearm of choice for 1980s-era U.S. Special Forces. He reversed it and handed it to me butt first. It was a fine old piece, well worn but well maintained. It had eighteen rounds in the magazine and one in the chamber.

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