Which means you’ll get what the army chooses to give you. But I imagine we’ll be reasonable.’
‘I don’t remember any Juan Rodriguez.’
‘You’ll be given a lawyer for that, too.’
‘What’s supposed to have happened to the guy?’
‘You tell me,’ Morgan said.
‘I can’t. I don’t remember him.’
‘You left him with a brain injury. It caught up with him eventually.’
‘Who was he?’
‘Denial won’t work for ever.’
‘I’m not denying anything. I’m telling you I don’t remember the guy.’
‘That’s a discussion you can have with your lawyer.’
‘And who is Candice Dayton?’
‘Likewise. But a different lawyer.’
‘Why different?’
‘Different type of case.’
‘Am I under arrest?’
‘No,’ Morgan said. ‘Not yet. The prosecutors will make that decision in their own good time. But until then you’re under orders, as of two minutes ago. You’ll retain your former rank, for the time being. Administratively you’re assigned to this unit, and your orders are to treat this building as your duty station and appear here every morning before 0800 hours. You are not to leave the area. The area is defined as a five-mile radius of this desk. You’ll be quartered in a place of the army’s choosing.’
Reacher said nothing.
Morgan said, ‘Are there any questions, major?’
‘Will I be required to wear a uniform?’
‘Not at this stage.’
‘That’s a relief.’
‘This is not a joke, Reacher. The potential downside here is considerable. For you personally, I mean. The worst case would be life in Leavenworth, for a homicide conviction. But more likely ten years for manslaughter, given the sixteen-year gap. And the best case is not very attractive either, given that we would have to look at the original crime. I would plan on conduct unbecoming, at the minimum, with a new discharge, this time without honour. But your lawyer will run it down for you.’
‘When?’
‘The relevant department has already been notified.’
There were no cells in the old building. No secure facilities. There never had been. Just offices. Reacher was left where he was, in the visitor chair, not looked at, not spoken to, completely ignored. The sentry stood easy on the other side of the door. Morgan started tapping and typing and scrolling on the laptop computer. Reacher searched his memory for Juan Rodriguez. Sixteen years ago he had been twelve months into his command of the 110th. Early days. The name Rodriguez sounded Hispanic. Reacher had known many Hispanic people, both inside the service and out. He remembered hitting people on occasion, inside the service and out, some of them Hispanic, but none of them named Rodriguez. And if Rodriguez had been of interest to the 110th, he would have remembered the name, surely. Especially from so early, when every case was significant. The 110th had been an experimental venture. Every move was watched. Every result was evaluated. Every misstep had an autopsy.
He asked, ‘What was the alleged context?’
No answer from Morgan. The guy just kept on tapping and typing and scrolling. So Reacher searched his memory for a woman named Candice Dayton. Again, he had known many women, both inside the service and out. Candice was a fairly common name. As was Dayton, comparatively. But the two names together meant nothing special to him. Neither did the diminutive, Candy. Candy Dayton? Candice Dayton? Nothing. Not that he remembered everything. No one remembered everything.
He asked, ‘Was Candice Dayton connected to Juan Rodriguez in some way?’
Morgan looked up, as if surprised to see he had a visitor sitting in his office. As if he had forgotten. He didn’t answer the question. He just picked up one of his complicated telephones and ordered a car. He told Reacher to go wait with the sergeant downstairs.
Two miles away, the man whom only three people in the world knew as Romeo took out his cell, and dialled the man only two people in the world knew as Juliet, and said, ‘He’s been recalled to service. Colonel Morgan just put it in the computer.’
Juliet said, ‘So what happens next?’
‘Too early to tell.’
‘Will he run?’
‘A sane man would.’
‘Where are they putting him?’
‘Their usual motel, I expect.’
The sergeant at the desk downstairs didn’t say anything. She was as tongue-tied as before. Reacher leaned
