Child, Lee – Without Fail

impacted whatever came next. The back wall, in Froelich’s

case. The interior hallway wall, presumably, in Crosetti’s. The

Minnesota bullet looked new. Its passage through the farmyard

mud had scoured it clean.

‘Get the rifle,’ Bannon said.

It came out of the laboratory still smelling of the hot super

glue fumes that had been blown all over it in the hope of finding

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latent fingerprints. It was a dull, boxy, undramatic weapon. It

was painted all over in factory-finish black epoxy paint. It had a

short stubby bolt and a relatively short barrel made much

longer by the fat suppressor. It had a powerful scope fixed to

the sight mounts.

at’s the wrong scope,’ Reacher said. ‘That’s a Hensoldt.

Vaime uses Bushnell scopes.’

‘Yeah, it’s been modified,’ one of the techs said. ‘We already

logged that.’

‘By the factory?’

The guy shook his head. ‘I don’t think so,’ he said. ‘High

standard, but it’s not factory workmanship.’ ‘So what does that mean?’ Bannon asked. ‘I’m not sure,’ Reacher said.

‘Is a Hensoldt better than a Bushnell?’

‘Not really. They’re both fine scopes. Like BMW and Met

cedes. Like Canon and Nikon.’

‘So a person might have a preference?’

‘Not a government person,’ Reacher said. ‘Like, what would

you say if one of your crime scene photographers came to you

and said, I want a Canon instead of this Nikon you gave me?’

‘I’d probably tell him to get lost.’

‘Exactly. He works with what he’s got..So I don’t see somebody

going to their department armourer and asking him to

junk a thousand-dollar Bushnell just because he prefers the feel

of a thousand-dollar Hensoldt.’

‘So why the switch?’

‘I’m not sure,’ Reacher said again. ‘Damage, maybe. If you

drop a rifle you can damage a sniper scope pretty easily. But a

government repairer would use another Bushnell. They don’t

just buy the rifles. They buy crateloads of spare parts along with

them.’

‘Suppose they were short? Suppose the scopes got damaged a

lot?’

¢i’hen they might use a Hensoldt, I guess. Hensoldts usually

come with SIG rifles. You need to look at your lists again. Find

out if there’s anybody who buys Vaimes and SIGs for their

snipers.’

‘Is the SIG silenced too?’

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‘No,’ Reacher said.

‘So there you go,’ Bannon said. ‘Some agency needs two

types of sniper rifles, it buys Vaimes as the silenced option and

SIGs as the unsilenced option. Two types of scope in the

spare-parts bins. They run out of Bushnells, they start in on

the Hensoldts.’

‘Possible,’ Reacher said. ‘You should make the enquiries. You

should ask specifically if anybody has fitted a Hensoldt scope to

a Vaime rifle. And if they haven’t, you should start asking

commercial gunsmiths. Start with the expensive ones. These

are rare pieces. This could be important.’

Stuyvesant was staring into the distance. Worry in the slope

of his shoulders.

‘What?’ Reacher asked.

Stuyvesant focused, and shook his head. A defeated little

gesture.

‘I’m afraid we bought SIGs,’ he said, quietly. ‘We had a batch

of SG550s about five years ago. Unsilenced semi-automatics, as

an alternative option. But we don’t use them much because the

automatic mechanism makes them a little inaccurate for close

crowd situations. They’re mostly stored. We use the Vaimes

everywhere now. So I’m sure the SIG parts bins are still full.’

The room was quiet for a moment. Then Bannon’s phone

rang again. The insane little overture trilled into the silence. He

clicked it on and put it to his ear and said yeah and listened.

‘I see,’ he said. Listened som more.

if’he doctor agree?’ he asked. Listened some more.

‘I see,’ he said, and listened.

‘I guess,’ he said, and listened.

Two?’ he asked, and listened.

‘OK,’ he said, and clicked the phone off.

‘Upstairs,’ he said. He was pale.

Stuyvesant and Reacher and Neagley followed him out to the

elevator and rode with him up to the conference room. He sat at

the head of the table and the others stayed together towards

the other end, like they didn’t want to get too close to the news.

The sky was full dark outside the windows. Thanksgiving Day

was grinding to a close.

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