Child, Lee. Running blind

He tapped the screen with his nail. It made the same glassy thunk they’d heard before. Like a bottle.

“Has he been in trouble?” Reacher asked.

“Can’t tell, yet,” Leighton said. “You think he’ll have an MP record?”

“Something happened,” Reacher said. “Special Forces in Desert Storm, and now he’s working supply? What’s that about?”

Leighton nodded. “It needs explaining. Could be disciplinary, I guess.”

He exited the personnel listings and clicked on another menu. Then he paused.

“This will take all night,” he said.

Reacher smiled. “You mean you don’t want us to see anything.”

Leighton smiled back. “Right first time, pal. You can smack the prisoners

fu/t/U/W <^H4/t"^ 285 I around as much as you want, but you can't look at the computer stuff. You know how it is." "I sure do," Reacher said. Leighton waited. "That inventory thing about the jeep tires?" Harper said suddenly. "Could you trace some missing camouflage paint in there?" "Maybe," Leighton said. "Theoretically, I guess." "Eleven women on his list, look for about three hundred gallons," she said. "If you could put Kruger together with the paint, that would do it for me." Leighton nodded. "And dates," she said. "Find out if he was off duty when the women were killed. And match the locations, I guess. Confirm there were thefts where the women served. Prove they saw something." Leighton looked across at her. "The Army is going to just love me, right? Kruger's our guy, and I'm busting my ass all night so we can give him away to the Bureau." "I'm sorry," she said. "But the jurisdiction issue is clear, isn't it? Homicide beats theft." Leighton nodded, suddenly somber. "Like scissors beats paper," he said. You've seen enough of the house. Standing there in the dark staring at it and listening to her play the damn piano isn't going to change anything. So you step away from the fence and duck into the brush and work your way east and south, back toward the car. You get there and dust yourself ojf and slide in and start it up and head back down through the crossroads. Part two of your task ahead, and you've got about twenty minutes to complete it in. You drive on. There's a small shopping center two miles west of the junction, left-hand side of the road. An old-fashioned one-story mall, shaped like a squared-off letter C. A supermarket in the middle like a keystone, small single-unit stores spreading either side of it. Some of them are boarded up and empty. You pull into the parking lot at the far end and you nose along the fire lane, looking. You find exactly what you want, three stores past the supermarket. It's nothing you didn't expect to find, but still you clench your fist and bang it on the rim of the steering wheel. You smile to yourself. Then you turn the car around and idle back through the lot, checking it out, 286 1*&M and your smile dies. You don't like it. You don't like it at all. It's completely overlooked. Every storefront has a direct view. It's badly lit now, but you're thinking about daylight. So you drive around behind the arm of the C, and your smile comes back again. There's a single row of overspill parking back there, facing plain painted delivery doors in the back walls of the stores. No windows. You stop the car and look around. A complete circle. This is your place. No doubt about it. It's perfect. Then you drive back into the main lot and you park up alongside a small group of other vehicles. You kill the motor and wait. You watch the through road. You wait and watch ten minutes, and then you see the Bureau Buick heading by, not fast, not slow, reporting for duty. "Have a nice night, "you whisper. Then you start your car again and wind around the parking lot and drive off in the opposite direction. Atif/'kWl/ recommended a motel a mile down Route 1 toward Trenton. He said it was where the prisoners' visitors stayed, it was cheap, it was clean, it was the only place for miles around and he knew the phone number. Harper drove, and they found it easily enough. It looked fine from the outside, and it had plenty of vacancies.

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