‘Is he British Army?’
‘Think about that fluid thing he keeps on talking about. It can only mean they’ve put special units together. The best of the best. All the different agencies, like an All-Star team. Who would lead such a thing?’
‘They would all want to.’
‘Exactly. So much so their heads would explode if they didn’t. But whose head would explode the worst? Who’s bringing the gun to the knife fight, in terms of exploding heads?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘The SAS. They don’t like their own officers. They certainly aren’t going to work for someone else’s. Easiest just to put them in charge. Which is obviously what they did. Which was a good move. Because they know best anyway. Plus they think they have a dog in the fight. The renegade, Carson. Bennett wants him just as much as I want Kott.’
‘Bennett is SAS?’
‘No question.’
‘What do we have to do next?’
‘Get into Joey’s house.’
‘Into it?’
‘I’d prefer to make them come out. But that’s hard to do. In fact it’s a tactical question that has never really been answered. We studied it in the classroom. Easy enough to make sure they never come out, but that’s not the issue. How do you make them come out of there voluntarily? No one knows. No one ever has. I remember my dad studying it, when we were kids. With stuff like that, he used to involve us. With questions afterwards. My brother Joe came up with a huge machine like a gigantic subwoofer, blasting infrasonic waves at them, real low frequencies at a real high volume, because he said it was believed by some scientists that modern humans had a low tolerance for such a thing.’
‘What was your answer?’
‘Bear in mind I was younger than him.’
‘What did you say?’
‘I said set the house on fire. Because I was damn sure modern humans had a low tolerance for that. I figured they’d come on out, sooner or later.’
‘Are we going to set Joey’s house on fire?’
‘It’s an option, obviously.’
‘What are our other options?’
‘They all involve taking Joey out of there and dealing with him separately. Ahead of time. Before we do anything else. Because in that case, back at the ranch, we would see a leadership vacuum. Which we could exploit.’
‘As in, we would be fighting a less effective enemy.’
‘Exactly.’
‘But we would be fighting somebody.’
‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained.’
‘You said they wouldn’t fight on for free. Because they’re unemployed now. You said they would disappear.’
‘Hope for the best, plan for the worst.’
‘Which is it going to be?’
‘It’s going to be the same thing it always is.’
‘Which is what?’
‘Somewhere in between.’
The tablet computer showed up an hour later. Bennett’s people brought it. The computer looked very modern, and the people looked the way such people have always looked, which was surprisingly normal, but not completely. One was a man and one was a woman, both of them a long way past their rookie years, both of them quiet and contained and competent, and neither one visibly unhappy with their short-straw courier assignment. Good team players, obviously. Only the best for the best. They said normally they would ask us to sign for the delivery, given the sensitivity of the contents, but on this occasion Mr Bennett had waived the requirement. They said the computer required two passwords. They said the passwords were Ms Nice’s mother’s Social Security number, and the name of the prisoner Mr Reacher shot while attempting to escape. The passwords were case-sensitive, and could be entered one time only. No three-strikes-and-you’re-out with British software.
Then they left.
We took the tablet to Nice’s room. It was like half of a laptop computer. No keyboard. Just a screen. A blank screen. Nice said, ‘You remember his name, right?’
‘I remember both their names,’ I said.
‘But I assume the password is the first one. The main man.’
‘The target.’
‘Yes, him. Or was the other one attempting to escape also?’
‘Actually he was the only one attempting to escape. The target was already down. He didn’t see me coming.’
‘Which one were you investigated for?’
‘The second one, technically.’
‘Did people talk about the case?’
‘Not if they wanted to live. It was about the assassination of an American citizen on American soil.’
‘But if they had talked about it, what would they have called it? The case as a whole, I mean, like the John Doe thing, or whatever.’
‘Definitely the first guy.’
‘Who was the target. And Mr Bennett is British, and therefore ironic. Which means we can assume his mention of the escape was tongue-in-cheek. Which all focuses back to the target. Which was the first guy. Which is the name we should use.’
‘First or last?’
‘Has to be last. This was the U.S. Army, correct?’
‘Or code name?’
‘He had a code name?’
‘He had two. One from us, and one from the Iraqis.’
She said, ‘Do you wake up in a sweat about it?’
‘About what?’
‘That operation.’
‘Not really,’ I said.
‘But if you did, what name would you call him? Like, I shouldn’t have done that bad thing to whoever.’
‘You think it was a bad thing?’
‘It wasn’t helping old ladies across the street to the library in Africa.’
‘You’re as bad as Scarangello. We need to get you out of there and into the army before it’s too late.’
‘What was his name?’
I said, ‘Tell me about your mother.’
‘What about her?’
‘You know her Social Security number?’
‘I help her with her paperwork. She’s sick at the moment.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘She has a brain tumour. It won’t go away. She can’t think straight. I deal with insurance and disability and things like that. I know her details better than mine, probably.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I said again. ‘She must be young.’
‘Too young for this.’
‘Do you have brothers or sisters?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘There’s just me.’
I said, ‘Would the average person know her mother’s Social Security number?’
‘I don’t know. Did you know yours?’
‘I don’t think so. Do you visit your mother?’
‘As often as I can.’
‘In downstate Illinois? That’s a lot of flying.’
‘It keeps me busy.’
‘Plus you worry when you can’t get there, I guess. Like now.’
‘Nothing I can do.’
‘When did she get the diagnosis?’
‘Two years ago.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I said, for the third time.
She said, ‘It is what it is.’
‘When did Tony Moon start going to the doctor?’
‘It’s not connected.’
‘You absolutely sure about that?’
‘My mother isn’t here now.’