energy. A thin kid, dark-haired and pale, maybe ten years old, all jacked up on excitement, and smiling wide. Then she saw Reacher’s giant bulk in the gloom on the walkway and she froze in place and her smile changed to puzzlement and her hands came up over her mouth, so that Reacher could see nothing of her face except two huge eyes.
He said, ‘Hello, Lucy.’
FIFTY-SIX
DELFUENSO HERSELF CAME out straight after that. She must have heard his voice. She stopped on the walkway all backlit by warm light from the room behind her. She looked in great shape. She looked rested, and happy, and relieved, and relaxed. She was wearing a woman’s version of the place’s standard-issue clothing. New blue jeans, and a new blue blouse under a new blue sweater of a different style, lighter and tighter and shorter than the men’s. Her hair was clean and styled, and her face was bright and fresh. Clearly she had found piles of clothes on her bed, and toiletries in her bathroom.
She said, ‘Lucy, this is Mr Reacher. He was with me part of the time.’
The kid said, ‘Hello, Mr Reacher.’
‘Hello, Lucy,’ Reacher said again.
The kid said, ‘You broke your nose.’
‘Technically someone broke it for me.’
‘Does it hurt?’
‘Not much any more.’
Delfuenso said, ‘Lucy was on her way to try the mini golf.’
‘It’s too dark,’ Reacher said. ‘I was just there.’
The kid pondered that new information. Her face went serious and contemplative. She said, ‘Then can I go look for something else? I don’t think I’ve seen everything yet.’
‘Sure,’ her mother said. ‘Go see what you can find.’ So the kid scuttled away along the path and Delfuenso looked at Reacher and said, ‘I guess the fence makes it safe for her to run around on her own. And there’s no water in the pool.’
Reacher said, ‘Can we talk?’
‘About what?’
‘Last night. And today.’
‘We’re not allowed to talk about that.’
‘Do you always do what you’re told?’
‘No, not always. But I think I will about this kind of stuff.’
‘What kind of stuff?’
‘National security. We can’t tell anyone about anything.’
‘I was there with you.’
‘For some of it. Not for all of it.’
‘Will you answer questions for me? That’s not the same as telling me things.’
‘They brought you here. They’ll tell you what’s happening.’
Reacher said, ‘I don’t think they know what’s happening.’
They had just thirty minutes before dinner and Delfuenso was nervous about talking, so they used the closest clandestine location they could find, which was Delfuenso’s room itself. It was identical to Reacher’s, except for two twin beds instead of a single queen, which made it cramped, because of two large armchairs. Reacher sat down in one, and Delfuenso lifted her bag off the other. The bag with the aspirins. It looked heavy. Maybe she still had her bottle of water in it.
He said, ‘What did you think had happened, back at that motel?’
She dumped her bag on the bed. It bounced once, and settled. She sat down in her chair.
‘We’re not allowed to talk about that,’ she said again.
‘Says who?’
‘They made it clear. We’re here for our own protection. Talking could put us at risk.’
‘How could it?’
‘They didn’t say exactly. They just said we’re tangled up in things we don’t understand, and we’re here because they want to keep us safe. We’re sequestered, like a jury. Something to do with the Patriot Act.’
‘Sequestered? That’s bullshit. You’re locked up. You can’t leave.’
‘I don’t want to leave. It’s kind of fun here. I haven’t had a vacation in years.’
‘What about your job?’
‘They said they’ll square that away with my boss. School too, for Lucy. They said they can make it OK. A thing like this, everyone has to pull together.’
‘Did they say how long you have to stay here?’
‘Until it’s over. Not too long, probably. But I hope it’s at least a week.’
Reacher said nothing.
Delfuenso said, ‘Your nose looks a little better.’
‘Does it?’ Reacher said, although he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to talk about his nose. But he figured a little conversation might not hurt.
Delfuenso said, ‘It looked really awful before. I was staring at it in the car for hours. You cleaned it up.’
He nodded.
She said, ‘In fact you cleaned your whole self up. You took a shower, didn’t you?’
‘It’s not that rare of an occurrence.’
‘Well, I wondered.’
‘I bought new clothes too.’
‘You needn’t have. They give you clothes here. They said we’re allowed to keep them. Both sets, if we want. And the toiletries.’
He asked, ‘What happened after you left that motel in Iowa?’
She didn’t answer.
He said, ‘You know what happened. They know what happened. How can it hurt if I know what happened too? I’m in here with you. I can’t go anywhere. I can’t talk to anyone else.’
Delfuenso thought for a long moment. Her face went exactly like her daughter’s, serious and contemplative. Then she shrugged and said, ‘That part was pretty awful. After you went inside with McQueen, I mean. I couldn’t see much. He was in the way. But I saw the flash and heard the shot. He came running out and I couldn’t see you any more. I assumed you were dead. And then McQueen told us you were.’
‘Did he?’
Delfuenso nodded. ‘King asked if he got you, and McQueen said yes, right between the eyes. They kind of laughed about it. I was terrified. I assumed they would do the same to me. I mean, why wouldn’t they? We were no use to them any more. I started screaming. King told me to shut up. So I did. It was pathetic. I thought if I did what he told me, he wouldn’t shoot me. I really learned something in that minute. People will do anything to stay alive, even if it’s just ten more seconds.’
‘Then what happened?’
‘We drove around some. Like figures of eight, around the fields. They were staying close for some reason. King was driving. He stopped about ten miles west. I assumed this was it. I assumed my time had come. But he said he wanted to have some fun first. He told me to take my shirt off. The blue one they bought for me. And I was going to. Like I said, people will do anything to stay alive. King got out of the car. He got in next to me in the back. He kind of chased me across the seat. Then McQueen got out and opened my door and pulled me out and King kind of started to follow after me and McQueen shot him. Just like that. Just pulled his gun and shot him.’
‘In the chest?’
