‘I don’t know.’
‘Yes, you do. You’re a smart guy.’
‘Romeo wanted you to run.’
‘Why did Romeo want me to run?’
‘Because you were in Major Turner’s business.’
‘And what does that say about Major Turner’s business? If she’s guilty, Romeo should want me as a witness. He should want me on the stand, confirming all the grisly details for the jury.’
Espin paused a beat. Then he said, ‘I have orders to bring you back, majors. Both of you. The rest of it is above my pay grade.’
‘You know it’s a frame,’ Reacher said. ‘You just told me Romeo has money in the Cayman Islands. He created Major Turner’s account himself. This is not rocket surgery. You’ve seen better scams than this. This is the idiots’ guide. Therefore it’s certain to fall apart. Most likely real soon. Because Turner and I are not morons. We’re going to burn their house down. Which gives you a choice. Either you’re the drone who brings us home in handcuffs mere days before our greatest triumph, or you engage your brain and you start figuring out where you want to be when the dust settles.’
‘Which would be where?’
‘Not here.’
Espin shook his head. ‘You know how it is. I have to come home with something.’
‘We can give you something.’
‘What kind of something?’
‘An arrest of your own, a medal-worthy determination to leave no stone unturned, and the icing on a very large cake. And the icing is always the sweetest and most visible part of a very large cake.’
‘I’m going to need more than the sales brochure.’
‘Someone beat Colonel Moorcroft half to death, and I think you’ve all concluded it wasn’t me. So who was it? You’ll be bringing in a long-time member of a very big deal, and you’ll be tying a bow on it for the political class, by tilting the spotlight.’
‘Where would I find this long-time member?’
‘You would look for someone who was off-post for an unexplained period of time.’
‘And?’
‘You would figure someone tailed Moorcroft out of the breakfast room and either forced him or enticed him into a car. You would figure there was no other way to work it. And you would figure it wasn’t an NCO. Because the breakfast room was in the Officers’ Club. So you would go looking for an officer.’
‘Got a name?’
‘Morgan. He set Moorcroft up for the beating. He delivered him. Check his laundry basket. I doubt he participated, but I bet he stood close enough to get a real good look.’
‘Was he off-post at the time?’
‘He claims to have been in the Pentagon. His absence was well documented. It was a source of great concern. And the Pentagon keeps records. A lot of work, but a buck gets ten you’ll prove he wasn’t there.’
‘Is this solid?’
‘Morgan is a part of a small and diverse group, containing as far as we know at one end four NCOs from a logistics company at Fort Bragg, and at the other end two Deputy Chiefs of Staff.’
‘That’s hard time if you’re wrong.’
‘I know it.’
‘Two of them?’
‘One of them is in Homeland Security, and one of them isn’t.’
‘That’s very hard time if you’re wrong.’
‘But am I?’
Espin didn’t answer.
Reacher said, ‘It’s always fifty-fifty, Pete. Like tossing a coin. Either I’m wrong, or I’m right, either you bring us back, or you don’t, either Deputy Chiefs are what they say they are, or they’re not. Always fifty-fifty. One thing or the other is always true.’
‘And you’re an unbiased judge?’
‘No, I’m not unbiased. I’m going to rip their faces off while they sleep. But just because I’m mad about it doesn’t mean they didn’t do it.’
‘Got names?’
‘One so far. Crew Scully.’
‘What kind of name is that?’
‘New England blue blood, apparently.’
