Breakfast changes everything. He ate the food and drank the coffee and felt some energy coming back. Saw the same effect in Ellie. They propped the
room door wide open while they ate to smell the morning air. Then they dragged chairs out to the concrete walk and set them side by side and sat down to wait.
They waited more than four hours. He stretched out and idled the time away like he was accustomed to doing. She waited like it was a serious task to be approached with her usual earnest concentration. He called the diner again halfway through and they ate a second breakfast, identical menu to the first. They went in and out to the bathroom. Talked a little. Tried to identify the trees, listened to the buzz of the insects, looked for clouds in the sky. But mostly they kept their gaze ahead and half-right, where the road came in from the north. The ground was dry again, like it had never rained at all. The dust was back. It plumed off the blacktop and hung in the heat. It was a quiet road, maybe one vehicle every couple of minutes. Occasionally a small knot of traffic, stalled behind a slow-moving farm truck.
A few minutes after eleven o’clock Reacher was standing a couple of paces into the lot and he saw the Crown Vic coming south in the distance. It crept slowly out of the haze. He saw the fake antennas wobbling and flexing behind it. Dust trailing in the air.
“Hey kid,” he called. “Check this out.”
She stood next to him and shaded her eyes with her hand. The big car slowed and turned in and drove up right next to them. Alice was in the driver’s seat. Carmen was next to her. She looked pale and washed out but she was smiling and her eyes were wide with joy. She had the door open before the car stopped moving and she came out and skipped around the hood and Ellie ran to her and jumped into her arms. They staggered around together in the sunlight. There was shrieking and crying and laughter all at the same time. He watched for a moment and then backed away and squatted next to the car. He didn’t want to intrude. He guessed times like these were best kept private. Alice saw what he was thinking and buzzed her window down and put her hand on his shoulder.
“Everything squared away?” he asked her.
“For us,” she said. “Cops have got a lot of paperwork ahead. All in all they’re looking at more than fifty homicides in seven separate states. Including what happened here twelve years ago and Eugene and Sloop and Walker himself. They’re going to arrest Rusty for shooting Walker. But she’ll get off easy, I should think, in the circumstances.”
“Anything about me?”
“They were asking about last night. Lots of questions. I said I did it all.”
“Why?”
She smiled. “Because I’m a lawyer. I called it self-defense and they bought it without hesitating. It was my car out there, and my gun. No-brainer. They’d have given you a much harder time.”
“So we’re all home free?”
“Especially Carmen.”
He looked up. Carmen had Ellie on her hip, with her face buried in her neck like the sweet fragrance of her was necessary to sustain life itself. She was walking aimless random circles with her. Then she raised her head and squinted against the sun and smiled with such abandoned joy that Reacher found himself smiling along with her.
“She got plans?” he asked.
“Moving up to Pecos,” Alice said. “We’ll sort through Sloop’s affairs. There’s probably some cash somewhere. She’s talking about moving into a place like mine. Maybe working part-time. Maybe even looking at law school.”
“You tell her about the Red House?”
“She laughed with happiness. I told her it was probably burned down to a cinder, and she just laughed and laughed. I felt good for her.”
Now Ellie was leading her by the hand around the parking lot, checking out the trees she had inspected previously, talking a mile a minute. They looked perfect together. Ellie was hopping with energy and Carmen looked serene and radiant and very beautiful. Reacher stood up and leaned against the car.