Reacher said nothing. She accelerated past a truck, the first vehicle they had seen in more than twenty miles.
“I was so happy,” she said. “I’ll never forget it. A white-collar thing like that, after the verdict came in they just told him to present himself at the federal prison the next morning. They didn’t drag him away in handcuffs or anything. He came home and packed a little suitcase. We had a big family meal, stayed up kind of late. Went upstairs, and that was the last time he hit me. Next morning, his friends drove him up to the jail, someplace near Abilene. A Club Fed is what they call it. Minimum security. It’s supposed to be comfortable. I heard you can play tennis there.”
“Do you visit him?”
She shook her head.
“I pretend he’s dead,” she said.
She went quiet, and the car sped on toward the haze on the horizon. There were mountains visible to the southwest, unimaginably distant.
“The Trans-Pecos,” she said. “Watch for the light to change color. It’s very beautiful.”
He looked ahead, but the light was so bright it had no color at all.
“Minimum thirty months is two and a half years,” she said. “I thought it safest to bet on the minimum. He’s probably behaving himself in there.”
Reacher nodded. “Probably.”
“So, two and a half years,” she said. “I wasted the first one and a half.”
“You’ve still got twelve months. That’s plenty of time for anything.”
She was quiet again.
“Talk me through it,” she said. “We have to agree on what needs to be done. That’s important. That way, you’re seeing it exactly the same way I am.”
He said nothing.
“Help me,” she said. “Please. Just theoretically for now, if you want.”
He shrugged. Then he thought about it, from her point of view. From his, it was too easy. Disappearing and living invisibly was second nature to him.
“You need to get away,” he said. “An abusive marriage, that’s all a person can do, I guess. So, a place to live, and an income. That’s what you need.”
“Doesn’t sound much, when you say it.”
“Any big city,” he said. “They have shelters. All kinds of organizations.”
“What about Ellie?”
“The shelters have baby-sitters,” he said. “They’ll look after her while you’re working. There are lots of kids in those places. She’d have friends. And after a little while you could get a place of your own.”
“What job could I get?”
“Anything,” he said. “You can read and write. You went to college.”
“How do I get there?”
“On a plane, on a train, in a bus. Two one-way tickets.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“None at all?”
She shook her head. “What little I had ran out a week ago.”
He looked away.
“What?” she said.
“You dress pretty sharp for a person with no money.”
“Mail order,” she said. “I have to get approval from Sloops lawyer. He signs the checks. So I’ve got clothes. But what I haven’t got is cash.”
“You could sell the diamond.”
“I tried to,” she said. “It’s a fake. He told me it was real, but it’s stainless steel and cubic zirconium. The jeweler laughed at me. It’s worth maybe thirty bucks.”
He paused a beat.
“There must be money in the house,” he said. “You could steal some.”
She went quiet again, another fast mile south.
“Then I’m a double fugitive,” she said. “You’re forgetting about Ellie’s legal status. And that’s the whole problem. Always has been. Because she’s Sloop’s child, too. If I transport her across a state line without his consent, then I’m a kidnapper. They’ll put her picture on milk cartons, and they’ll find me, and they’ll take her away from me, and I’ll go to jail. They’re very strict about it. Taking children out of a failed marriage is the number one reason for kidnapping today. The lawyers all warned me. They all say I need Sloop’s agreement. And I’m not going to get it, am I? How can I even go up there and ask him if he’d consent to me disappearing forever with his baby? Someplace he’ll never find either of us?”