Child, Lee – Without Fail

They laid it on the conference room table. It was a familiar

brown envelope, gummed flap, metal closure. A computer

printed self-adhesive address label. Brook Armstrong, United

States Senate, Washington D.C. Clear black-on-white Times New

Roman lettering. Bannon opened his briefcase and took out a

pair of white cotton gloves. Pulled them on, right hand, left

hand. Tightened them over his fingers.

‘Got these from the lab,’ he said. ‘Special circumstances. We

don’t want to use latex. Don’t want to confuse the talcum

traces.’

The gloves were clumsy. He had to slide the envelope to the

edge of the table to pick it up. He held it with one hand and

looked for something to open it with. Reacher took his ceramic

knife out of his pocket and snapped it open. Offered it handle

first. Bannon took it and eased the tip of the blade under the

corner of the flap. Moved the envelope backward and the knife

forward. The blade cut the paper like cutting air. He handed the

knife back to Reacher and pressed on the sides of the envelope

so it made a mouth. Glanced inside. Turned the envelope over

and tipped something out.

It was a single sheet of letter-size paper. Heavyweight white

stock. It landed and skidded an inch on the polished wood and

settled flat. It had a question printed over two lines, centred

between the margins, a little higher than halfway up the sheet.

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Five words, in the familiar severe typeface: Did you like the

demonstration? The last word was the only word on the second

line. That isolation gave it some kind of extra emphasis.

Bannon turned the envelope over and checked the postmark.

‘Vegas again,’ he said. ‘Saturday. They’re real confident,

aren’t they? They’re asking if he liked the demonstration three

days before they staged it.’

‘We have to move out now,’ Froelich said. ‘Lift-off at ten. I

want Reacher and Neagley with me. They’ve been there before.

They know the ground.’

Stuyvesant raised his hand. A vague gesture. Either OK or whatever or don’t bother me, Reacher couldn’t tell.

‘I want twice-daily meetings,’ Bannon said. ‘In here, seven

every morning and maybe ten at night?’

‘If we’re in town,’ Froelich said. She headed for the door.

Reacher and Neagley followed her out of the room. Reacher

caught her and nudged her elbow and steered her left instead

of right, down the corridor towards her office.

‘Do the database search,’ he whispered.

She glanced at her watch. ‘It’s way too slow.’

‘So start it now and let it compile all day.’

‘Won’t Bannon do it?’

‘Probably. But double-checking never hurt anybody.’

She paused. Then she turned and headed for the interior of

the floor. Lit up her office and turned on her computer. The

NCIC database had a complex search protocol. She entered her

password and clicked the cursor into the box and typed thumbprint.

‘Be more specific,’ Reacher said. I’hat’s going to give you ten

zillion plain-vanilla fingerprint cases.’

She tabbed backward and typed thumbprint + document +

letter ÷ signature.

‘OK?’ she said.

He shrugged. ‘I was born before these things were invented.’

‘It’s a start,’ Neagley said. ‘We can refine it later if we need to.’

So Froelich clicked on search and the hard disk chattered and

the enquiry box disappeared from the screen.

‘Let’s go,’ she said.

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Moving a threatened vice president-elect from the District of

Columbia to the great state of North Dakota was a complicated

undertaking. It required eight separate Secret Service vehicles,

four police cars, a total of twenty agents, and an aeroplane.

Staging the local political rally itself required twelve agents,

forty local police officers, four State Police vehicles, and two

local canine units. Froelich spent a total of four hours on the

radio in order to co-ordinate the whole operation.

She left her own Suburban in the garage and used a stretched

Town Car with a driver so she could be free to concentrate on

giving orders. Reacher and Neagley sat with her in the back and they drove out to Georgetown and parked near Armstrong’s

house. Thirty minutes later they were joined by the gun car and

two Suburbans. Fifteen minutes after that, an armoured Cadillac

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