‘We’ll seat you gentlemen up front,’ he said.
Joe nudged me in the back again and I knew he was smiling.
We were in the last row of the first-class cabin. We were talking,
but we were avoiding the obvious subject. We talked about
music, and then politics. We had another breakfast. We drank
coffee. Air France makes pretty good coffee in first class.
‘Who was the general?’ Joe asked.
‘Guy called Kramer,’ I said. ‘An Armored commander in
Europe.’
‘Armored? So why was he at Bird?’
‘He wasn’t on the post. He was at a motel thirty miles away.
Rendezvous with a woman. We think she ran away with his
briefcase.’
‘Civilian?’
I shook my head. ‘We think she was an officer from Bird.
He was supposed to be overnighting in D.C. on his way to
California for a conference.’
‘That’s a three-hundred-mile detour.’
‘Two hundred and ninety-eight.’
‘But you don’t know who she is.’
‘She’s fairly senior. She drove her own Humvee out to the
motel.’
He nodded. ‘She has to be fairly senior. Kramer’s known her
for a good spell, to make it worth driving a five-hundred-ninety
six-mile round-trip detour.’
I smiled. Anyone else would have said a six-hundred-mile
detour. But not my brother. Like me he has no middle name.
But it should be Pedantic. Joe Pedantic Reacher.
‘Bird is still all infantry, right?’ he said. ‘Some Rangers, some
Delta, but mostly grunts, as I recall. So have you got many
senior women?’
‘There’s a Psy-Ops school now,’ I said. ‘Half the instructors
are women.’
‘Rank?’
‘Some captains, some majors, a couple of light colonels.’
‘What was in the briefcase?’
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‘The agenda for the California conference,’ I said. ‘Kramer’s
staffers are pretending there isn’t one.’
‘There’s always an agenda,’ Joe said.
‘I know.’
‘Check the majors and the light colonels,’ he said. ‘That
would be my advice.’
‘Thank you,’ I said.
‘And find out who wanted you at Bird,’ he said. ‘And why.
This Kramer thing wasn’t the reason. We know that for sure.
Kramer was alive and well when your orders were cut.’
We read day-old copies of Le Matin and Le Monde. About
halfway through the flight we started talking in French. We
were pretty rusty, but we got by. Once learned, never forgotten.
He asked me about girlfriends. I guess he figured it was an
appropriate subject for discussion in the French language. I told
him I had been seeing a girl in Korea but since then I had been
moved to the Philippines and then Panama and now to North
Carolina so I didn’t expect to see her again. I told him about
Lieutenant Summer. He seemed interested in her. He told me
he wasn’t seeing anyone.
Then he switched back to English and asked when I had last
been in Germany.
‘Six months ago,’ I said.
‘It’s the end of an era,’ he said. ‘Germany will reunify. France
will renew its nuclear testing because a reunified Germany will
bring back bad memories. Then it will propose a common
currency for the EC as a way of keeping the new Germany
inside the tent. Ten years from now Poland will be in NATO and
the USSR won’t exist any more. There’ll be some rump nation.
Maybe it will be in NATO too.’
‘Maybe,’ I said.
‘So Kramer chose a good time to check out. Everything will
be different in the future.’
‘Probably.’
vVhat are you going to do?’
‘When?’
He turned in his seat and looked at me. ‘There’s going to be
force reduction, Jack. You should face it. They’re not going to
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keep a million-man army going, not when the other guy has
fallen apart.’
‘He hasn’t fallen apart yet.’
‘But he will. It’ll be over within a year. Gorbachev won’t last.
There’ll be a coup. The old communists will make one last play,
but it won’t stick. Then the reformers will be back for ever.
Yeltsin, probably. He’s OK. So in D.C. the temptation to save
money will be irresistible. It’ll be like a hundred Christmases
coming all at once. Never forget your Commander in Chief is
primarily a politician.’
I thought back to the sergeant with the baby son.