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
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