“She figured it was for her roommate,” Harper said. “She didn’t live alone. So the list of eleven doesn’t mean anything.”
But Blake shook his head.
“No, it means what it always meant,” he said. “Eleven women who look like they live alone to somebody studying the paperwork. We checked with all the others on the phone. Eighty calls. Told them we were customer services people with a parcel company. Took us hours. But none of them knew anything about unexpected cartons. So there are eighty women out of the loop, and eleven in it. So Reacher’s theory still holds. The roommates surprised him, they’ll surprise the guy.”
Reacher glanced at him, gratified. And a little surprised.
“Hey, credit where it’s due,” Blake said.
Lamarr nodded and moved and wrote a note on the end of a lengthy list.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Reacher said to her.
“Maybe it could have been avoided,” she said. “You know, if you’d cooperated like this from the start.”
There was silence.
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“So we’ve got seven out of seven,” Blake said. “No paperwork, vague women.”
“We’ve got one other roommate situation,” Poulton said. “Then three of them have been getting regular misdeliveries and they’ve gotten slow about sorting them out. The other two were just plain vague.”
“Scimeca was pretty vague, for sure,” Harper said.
“She was traumatized,” Reacher said. “She’s doing well to function at all.”
Lamarr nodded. A small, sympathetic motion of her head.
“Whatever, she’s not leading us anywhere, right?” she said.
“What about the delivery companies?” Reacher asked. “You chasing them?”
“We don’t know who they were,” Poulton said. “The paperwork is missing, seven cartons out of seven.”
“There aren’t too many possibilities,” Reacher said.
“Aren’t there?” Poulton said back. “UPS, FedEx, DHL, Airborne Express, the damn United States Postal Service, whoever, plus any number of local subcontractors.”
“Try them all,” Reacher said.
Poulton shrugged. “And ask them what? Out of all the ten zillion packages you delivered in the last two months, can you remember the one we’re interested in?”
“You have to try,” Reacher said. “Start with Spokane. Remote address like that, middle of nowhere, the driver might recall it.”
Blake leaned forward and nodded. “OK, we’ll try it up there. But only there. Gets impossible, otherwise.”
“Why are the women so vague?” Harper asked.
“Complex reasons,” Lamarr answered. “Like Reacher said, they’re traumatized, all of them, at least to some extent. A large package, coming into their private territory unasked, it’s an invasion of sorts. The mind blocks it out. It’s what I would expect to see in cases like these.”
Her voice was low and strained. Her bony hands were laid on the table in front of her.
“I think it’s weird,” Harper said.
Lamarr shook her head, patiently, like a teacher.
“No, it’s what I would expect,” she said again. “Don’t look at it from your own perspective. These women were assaulted, figuratively, literally, both. That does things to a person.”
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