Reacher said nothing.
“And I told you not to do that,” she said.
Reacher said nothing.
“Deerfield knows you did it,” she said.
“He can’t prove it.”
“That doesn’t matter,” she said. “Don’t you see that? He can try to prove it. And he’s not kidding about the two years in jail. A suspicion of gang warfare? A thing like that, the courts will back him up all the way. Denial of bail, continuances, the prosecutors will really go to bat for him. It’s not an empty threat. He owns you now. Like I told you he would.”
Reacher said nothing.
“Why did you do it?”
He shrugged. “Lots of reasons. It needed doing.”
There was a long silence.
“Would my father have agreed with you?” Jodie asked.
“Leon?” Reacher said. He recalled the photographs in Cozo’s packet. The photographs of Petrosian’s handiwork. The dead women, displayed like centerfolds. Pieces missing, things inserted. “Are you kidding? Leon would have agreed with me in a heartbeat.”
“And would he have gone ahead and done what you did?”
“Probably.”
She nodded. “Yes, he probably would. But look around you, OK?”
“At what?”
“At everything. What do you see?”
He looked around. “An apartment.”
She nodded. “My apartment.”
“So?”
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