Delfuenso nodded. ‘Right in the heart.’
‘And then?’
‘McQueen calmed me down and told me he was an FBI agent working undercover with the bad guys. Pretending to be one of them.’
‘OK,’ Reacher said. ‘Rather him than me. That’s a tough job.’
‘I know.’
‘Do you?’
‘I mean, I’ve seen it in the movies.’
‘Then what?’
‘McQueen told me he had fired over your head and you were still alive and perfectly OK. He said he was sorry I had to see what happened to King but he couldn’t figure out any other way to save me. Not right then. He said he had to act a part to a certain extent but couldn’t let things go too far.’
‘And then?’
‘He made some calls on his cell and he belted King in where he was, which was where I had been sitting, and then we drove off. I was in the front. We parked up again about five miles east and two new guys came and picked us up in their own car. They set fire to mine. They said they had to do that, because the bad guys would expect McQueen to obscure the evidence, and they might check to make sure he had. They said they would get me a new car. Which is great, because that old one had a bad transmission.’
‘These new guys were FBI too?’
‘Yes. From Kansas City. They showed me ID. McQueen didn’t have ID, because he was undercover.’
‘And they brought you straight here?’
She nodded again. ‘I said I wouldn’t stay without Lucy, so they went to get her too.’
‘Where did McQueen go?’
‘He came here with me and left again immediately. He said he had to get back in position. He said he had some explaining to do. I think he’s going to tell them you killed King.’
‘Me?’
‘That’s what they were discussing. Like they picked up a stranger to change the numbers but the stranger tried to rob them. I think he’s going to say you killed King and escaped.’
‘Did they say what kind of bad guys these are?’
Delfuenso shook her head.
‘No,’ she said. ‘But they seem very worried about them.’
Dinner came next, and it was a very strange meal. They walked over to the main building together like a little family, Reacher and Delfuenso side by side with Lucy skipping and tripping between them. The dining room was a large square space with twenty tables and eighty chairs, all of them serviceable pine items thickly varnished to a high syrup shine. The room was like many other rooms Reacher had seen, but it was completely empty apart from the eyewitness, who was sitting alone at a corner table behind a miniature thicket of three empty beer bottles, all different. He was working on a fourth, and he jabbed its neck in the air in an enthusiastic greeting. A happy man. Maybe he hadn’t had a vacation in years either. Or ever.
The motherly woman from the reception desk brought menus. Reacher wondered if she was FBI too, and concluded she probably was. As it happened the three guests she had right then were contented enough, at least for the moment, but he imagined others might find the situation stressful or annoying, in which case he figured she would need some kind of official weight to back up her naturally patient manner.
The menu offered just two choices, cheeseburger or chicken, presumably both microwaved straight out of a freezer. FBI agents tended to come out of law school or law enforcement, not out of restaurant kitchens. Reacher chose the cheeseburger, his fifth of the day, and Delfuenso and her daughter followed suit.
Then before the meals arrived two more people came in. Both men, both in blue suits and white shirts and blue ties. The owners of the parked Crown Vics, obviously. The resident agents. The babysitters. They looked alert and alive and solidly competent.
Delfuenso said, ‘They’re the two who brought me here.’
Lucy said, ‘They’re the two who brought
The two men scanned the room and headed straight for Reacher. The one on the right said, ‘Sir, we’d appreciate it if you’d eat your dinner at our table tonight.’
Reacher said, ‘Why?’
‘We need to introduce ourselves.’
‘And?’
‘We need to tell you the rules.’
FIFTY-SEVEN
THE TWO BUREAU suits led Reacher to a four-place table in the opposite corner of the room to where the eyewitness had stationed himself. Reacher took the corner chair, his back to the wall, the whole room in view. Pure habit. No real reason. No danger of any kind. That dining room was probably the safest place in Kansas.
The two agents sat down, one on his left and one on his right. They leaned in, intently, elbows on the table. They were maybe a little younger than McQueen or Sorenson. Late thirties, or dead-on forty. Not rookies, but not old-timers, either. Both were dark and wiry. One was going bald faster than the other. They said their names were Bale and Trapattoni. They said they were close colleagues of Dawson and Mitchell. Same field office, same job. They said they had read Reacher’s record from the military. They said they knew all about him.
Reacher said nothing about that.
Bale was the guy losing his hair. He asked, ‘You happy here?’
Reacher said, ‘Why would I be?’
‘Why wouldn’t you be?’
‘I took an oath to protect the Constitution. So did you, I guess.’
‘And?’
‘I’m being deprived of my liberty without due process of law. That’s a Fifth Amendment offence, right there. And you’re a party to it.’
‘This isn’t a prison.’
‘I guess the fence maker didn’t get that memo.’
‘So you’re not happy?’
Reacher said, ‘Actually I’m fine. I like you guys. I like the FBI. I like the way you think. I can’t help it. You’re doing wrong, but you’re doing wrong right. You put everyone together, so there are mutual witnesses to everything that goes on here. You could have thrown us in solitary somewhere and done whatever the hell you liked to us. But you couldn’t do that. Because deep down you’re on the side of the angels. I can’t take that away from you. You even left the mini golf here. When did you buy this place?’
Trapattoni said, ‘Three years ago.’
‘Was it a Kansas City initiative?’
‘Yes, it was. Counterterrorism, central region.’
‘Why did you need it?’
‘There was an emerging requirement.’
‘For what?’
‘For a place to keep people safe.’
‘I think it’s a place for keeping yourselves safe.’
‘How so?’
‘I think you take witnesses away from local law enforcement whenever your undercover operations get messy. So that no questions are ever answered.’
‘You don’t think undercover agents deserve to be kept safe?’
‘I think they deserve all the help they can get.’
‘So?’
