‘Your client, Jack Reacher. Major, United States Army. Recently recommissioned. Currently manoeuvring with the 110th MP. Are you alone?’
‘What kind of a question is that?’
‘We’re about to have a privileged conversation, counsellor. We have legal matters to discuss.’
‘You’re damn right we do.’
‘Calm down, captain.’
‘You broke out of jail.’
‘That’s not allowed any more?’
‘We have to talk.’
‘We are talking.’
‘Really talk, I mean.’
‘Are you alone?’
‘Yes, I’m alone. So what?’
‘Got a pen?’
She paused a beat. ‘Now I have.’
‘Paper?’
‘Got it.’
‘OK, pay attention. To better mount an adequate defence, I need hard copies of everything anyone has on a citizen of Afghanistan known to us only as A.M. 3435.’
‘That’s probably secret.’
‘I’m entitled to due process. Courts take that shit very seriously.’
‘Whatever, it’s a big ask.’
‘Fair’s fair. They have their bullshit with the affidavit.’
‘Reacher, I’m representing you in a paternity suit. Not the Juan Rodriguez thing. That’s Major Sullivan. And to get hard copies of military intelligence out of Afghanistan would be huge even in a criminal case. You won’t get it in a paternity suit. I mean, why would you?’
Reacher said, ‘You told me the Uniform Code of Military Justice still lists adultery as a crime. What’s the penalty?’
‘Potentially substantial.’
‘So it’s not just a paternity suit. It’s a criminal case too.’
‘That’s tenuous.’
‘They can’t have it both ways, counsellor. They mentioned adultery as a crime. Either that means something or it doesn’t.’
‘Reacher, we have to talk.’
‘Is this where you tell me coming in from the cold would be the best thing to do?’
‘It would be.’
‘Perhaps. But I’ve chosen Plan B anyway. So I need that information.’
‘But how does it relate? Afghanistan hadn’t even started when you were in Korea. Or when you saw the Big Dog.’
Reacher said nothing.
Edmonds said, ‘Oh.’
‘Correct,’ Reacher said. ‘You’re pretty quick, for a lawyer. This is about Major Turner, not me. Or maybe it’s about Major Turner
‘Are you going to be the winners?’
‘Count on it. We’re going to beat them like rented mules. And we need to, captain. They killed two of our own in Afghanistan. And beat one of your colleagues half to death.’
Edmonds said, ‘I’ll see what I can do.’
Turner was still in her robe, and she was showing no signs of going back to bed. Reacher asked her, ‘What was in the envelope?’
‘The other thing I asked Sergeant Leach for.’
‘Evidently. But what was it?’
‘We’re going to Los Angeles next.’
‘Are we?’