Reacher saw Blake glance at her, half supportive, half disapproving. The light from the kitchen was coming through the hallway behind her, turning her thin hair to a wispy halo, making her look like a death’s head. Blake sat forward, trying to force Reacher’s attention his way. “What we’re saying is, it’s possible this guy is or was a military policeman.”
Reacher looked away from Lamarr and shrugged.
“Anything’s possible,” he said.
Blake nodded. “And, you know, we kind of understand that maybe your loyalty to the service makes that hard to accept.”
“Actually, common sense makes that hard to accept.”
“In what way?”
“Because you seem to think trust and friendship is important to the MO in some way. And nobody in the service trusts an MR Or likes them much, in my experience.”
“You told us Rita Scimeca would remember you as a friend.”
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“I was different. I put the effort in. Not many of the guys did.”
Silence again. The fog outside was dulling sound, like a blanket over the house. The water forcing through the radiators was loud.
“There’s an agenda here,” Blake said. “Like Julia says, we stand behind our techniques, and the way we read it, there’s an Army involvement. The victim category is way too narrow for this to be random.”
“So?”
“As a rule, the Bureau and the military don’t get along too well.”
“Well, there’s a big surprise. Who the hell do you guys get along with?”
Blake nodded. He was in an expensive suit. It made him look uncomfortable, like a college football coach on alumni day.
“Nobody gets on with anybody,” he said. “You know how it is, with all the rivalries. When you were serving, did you ever cooperate with civilian agencies?”
Reacher said nothing.
“So you know how it is,” Blake said again. “Military hates the Bureau, the Bureau hates CIA, everybody hates everybody else.”
There was silence.
“So we need a go-between,” Blake said.
“A what?”
“An adviser. Somebody to help us.”
Reacher shrugged. “I don’t know anybody like that. I’ve been out too long.”
Silence. Reacher drained his coffee and set the empty mug back on the table.
“You could do it,” Blake said.
“Me?”
“Yes, you. You still know your way around, right?”
“No way.”
“Why not?”
Reacher shook his head. “Because I don’t want to.”
“But you could do it.”
“I could, but I won’t.”
“We got your record. You were a hell of an investigator, in the service.”
“That’s history.”
“Maybe you still got friends there, people who remember you. Maybe people who still owe you favors.”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“You could help us.”
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“Maybe I could, but I won’t.”
He leaned back into his sofa and spread his arms wide across the tops of the cushions and straightened his legs.
“Don’t you feel anything?” Blake asked. “For these women getting killed? Shouldn’t be happening, right?”
“There’s a million people in the service,” Reacher said. “I was in thirteen years. Turnover during that period was what? Maybe twice over? So there’s two million people out there who used to be in with me. Stands to reason a few of them will be getting killed, just like a few of them will be winning the lottery. I can’t worry about all of them.”
“You knew Callan and Cooke. You liked them.”
“I liked Callan.”
“So help us catch her killer.”
“No.”
“Without somebody like you, we’re just running blind.”
“No.”
“I’m asking for your help here.”
“No.”
“You son of a bitch,” Lamarr said.
Reacher looked at Blake. “You seriously think I would want to work with her? And can’t she think of anything else to call me except son of a bitchT
“Julia, go fix some more coffee,” Blake said.
She colored red and her mouth set tight, but she struggled up out of the sofa and walked through to the kitchen. Blake sat forward and talked low.
“She’s real uptight,” he said. “You need to cut her a little slack.”
“I do?” Reacher said. “Why the hell should I? She’s sitting here drinking my coffee, calling me names.”
“Victim category is pretty specific here, right? And maybe smaller than you think. Female harassment complainants who subsequently quit the service? You said hundreds, maybe thousands, but Defense Department says there’s only ninety-one women who fit those parameters.”