‘The price of their toys,’ Jodie said.
He looked at her.
‘You never heard that?’ she said. ‘Difference between the men and the boys is the price of their toys?’
He blipped the motor and grinned again. ‘Price on this was a dollar.’
‘And you just blipped away two dollars in gas,’ she said.
He shoved it in drive and took off up the ramp. Worked around east to the Midtown Tunnel and took 495 to the Van Wyck and down into the sprawl of JFK.
‘Park in short-term,’ she said. ‘We can afford it now, right?’
He had to leave the Steyr and the silencer behind. No easy way to get through the airport security hoops with big metal weapons in your pocket. He hid them under the driver’s seat. They left the Lincoln in the lot right opposite the United building and five minutes later were at the counter buying two business-class one-ways to St Louis. The expensive tickets entitled them to wait in a special lounge, where a uniformed steward served them good coffee in china cups with saucers, and where they could read the Wall Street Journal without paying for it. Then Reacher carried Jodie’s bag down the jet way into the plane. The business-class seats were two-on-a-side, the first
half-dozen rows. Wide, comfortable seats. Reacher smiled.
‘I never did this before,’ he said.
He slid into the window seat. He had room to stretch out a little. Jodie was lost in her seat. There was room enough for three of her, side by side. The attendant brought them juice before the plane even taxied. Minutes later they were in the air, wheeling west across the southern tip of Manhattan.
Tony came back into the office with a shiny red Talbot’s bag and a brown Bally carrier hanging by their rope handles from his clenched fist. Marilyn carried them into the bathroom and five minutes later Sheryl came out. The new skirt was the right size, but the wrong colour. She was smoothing it down over her hips with vague movements of her hands. The new shoes didn’t match the skirt and they were too big. Her face looked awful. Her eyes were blank and acquiescent, like Marilyn had told her they should be.
‘What are you going to tell the doctors?’ Hobie called to her.
Sheryl looked away and concentrated on Marilyn’s script.
‘I walked into a door,’ she said.
Her voice was low and nasal. Dull, like she was still in shock.
‘Are you going to call the cops?’
She shook her head. ‘No, I’m not going to do that.’
Hobie nodded. ‘What would happen if you did?’
‘I don’t know,’ she replied. Blank and dull.
‘Your friend Marilyn would die, in terrible pain. You understand that?’
He raised the hook and let her focus on it from
across the room. Then he came out from behind the desk. Walked around and stood directly behind Marilyn. Used his left hand to lift her hair aside. His hand brushed her skin. She stiffened. He touched her cheek with the curve of the hook. Sheryl nodded, vaguely.
‘Yes, I understand that,’ she said.
It had to be done quickly, because although Sheryl was now in her new skirt and shoes, Chester was still in his boxers and undershirt. Tony made them both wait in reception until the freight elevator arrived, and then he hustled them along the corridor and inside. He stepped out in the garage and scanned ahead. Hustled them over to the Tahoe and pushed Chester into the back seat and Sheryl into the front. He fired it up and locked the doors. Took off up the ramp and out to the street.
He could recall offhand maybe two dozen hospitals in Manhattan, and as far as he knew most of them had emergency rooms. His instinct was to drive all the way north, maybe up to Mount Sinai on 100th Street, because he felt it would be safer to put some distance between themselves and wherever Sheryl was going to be. But they were tight for time. To drive all the way Uptown and back was going to take an hour, maybe more. An hour they couldn’t spare. So he decided on St Vincent’s on Eleventh Street and Seventh Avenue. Bellevue, over on Twenty-seventh and First, was better geographically, but Bellevue was usually swarming with cops, for one reason or another. That was his experience. They practically lived there. So St Vincent’s it would be. And he knew St Vincent’s had a big wide area facing the ER entrance, where