“What do I need?”
“You need to get a damn clue,” she said. “This is a suicide mission, Reacher. Stan Lowrey called me. He’s worried. So I asked around. And Lowrey was right. You should have turned this whole thing down.”
“I’m in the army,” I said. “I go where I’m told.”
“I’m in the army too. But I avoid sticking my head in a noose.”
“Kelham is the noose. Munro is the one risking his neck. I’m on the sidelines here.”
“I don’t know Munro,” she said. “Never met him. Never even heard of him before. But dollars to doughnuts he’ll do what he’s told. He’ll cover it up and swear black is white. But you won’t.”
“A woman was killed. We can’t ignore that.”
“Three women were killed.”
“You know about that already?”
“I told you, I’ve been here two hours. I’m up to speed.”
“How did you find out?”
“I met the sheriff. Chief Deveraux herself.”
“When?”
“She dropped by her office. I happened to be there. I was asking for you.”
“And she told you stuff?”
“I gave her the look.”
“What look?”
Neagley blinked and composed herself and then tilted her face down a little and looked up at me, her eyes on mine, her eyes open wide and serious and frank and sympathetic and understanding and encouraging, her lips parted a fraction as if imminently ready to exhale a murmur of absolute empathy, her whole demeanor astonished and marveling at how bravely I was bearing the many heavy burdens my lot in life had brought me. She said, “This is the look. Works great with women. Kind of conspiratorial, right? Like we’re in the same boat?”
I nodded. It was a hell of a look. But I found myself disappointed that Deveraux had fallen for it. Some damn jarhead she was. I asked, “What else did she tell you?”
“Something about a car. She’s assuming it’s critical to the case and that it belonged to a Kelham guy.”
“She’s right. I just found the plate. Garber ran it and told me to sit on it.”
“And are you going to?”
“I don’t know. Might not be a lawful order.”
“See what I mean? You’re going to commit suicide. I knew it. I’m going to stick around and keep you out of trouble. That’s why I came.”
“Aren’t you deployed?”
“I’m in D.C. At a desk. They won’t miss me for a day or two.”
I shook my head.
“No,” I said. “I don’t need help. I know what I’m doing. I know how the game is played. I won’t sell myself cheap. But I don’t want to bring you down with me. If that’s the way it has to turn out.”
“Nothing
“You don’t really believe that.”
She made a face. “At least pick your battles.”
“I always do. And this one is as good as any.”
At that point the waitress came out of the kitchen. She saw me, saw Neagley, recognized her from before, saw that we weren’t rolling around on the floor tearing each other’s eyes out, and her earlier guilt evaporated. She refilled my coffee mug. Neagley ordered tea, Lipton’s breakfast blend, water properly boiling. We sat in silence until the order was filled. Then the waitress went away again and Neagley said, “Chief Deveraux is a very beautiful woman.”
I said, “I agree.”
“Have you slept with her yet?”
“Certainly not.”
“Are you going to?”
“I guess I can dream. Hope dies last, right?”
“Don’t. There’s something wrong with her.”
“Like what?”
“She doesn’t care. She’s got three unsolved homicides and her pulse is as slow as a bear in winter.”
“She was a Marine MP. She’s been digging the same ditch we have, all her life. How excited do you get about three dead people?”
“I get professionally excited.”
“She thinks a Kelham guy did it. Therefore she has no jurisdiction. Therefore she has no role. Therefore she can’t get professionally excited.”
“Whatever, there’s a bad vibe there. That’s all I’m saying. Trust me.”
“Don’t worry.”
“I mentioned your name and she looked at me like you owe her money.”
“I don’t.”
“Then she’s crazy about you. I could tell.”
“You say that about every woman I meet.”
“But this time it’s true. I mean it. Her cold little heart was going pitter patter. Be warned, OK?”
“Thanks anyway,” I said. “But I don’t need a big sister on this occasion.”
“Which reminds me,” she said. “Garber is asking about your brother.”
“My brother?”
“Scuttlebutt on the sergeants’ network. Garber has put a watch on your office, for notes or calls from your brother. He wants to know if you’re in regular contact.”
“Why would he?”
“Money,” Neagley said. “That’s all I can think of. Your brother is still at Treasury, right? Maybe there’s a financial issue with Kosovo. Got to be warlords and gangsters over there. Maybe Bravo Company is bringing money home for them. You know, laundering it. Or stealing it.”
“How would that tie in with a woman named Janice May Chapman, from the armpit of Mississippi?”
“Maybe she found out. Maybe she wanted some for herself. Maybe she was a Bravo Company girlfriend.”
I didn’t reply.
“Last chance,” Neagley said. “Do I stay or do I go?”
“Go,” I said. “This is my problem, not yours. Live long and prosper.”
“Parting gift,” she said. She leaned down and opened her briefcase and came out with a slim green file folder. It was printed on the outside with the words
I asked, “What is it?”
“Photographs of the three dead women. They’ve all got something in common.”
“Deveraux gave this to you?”
“Not exactly. She left it unattended.”
“You stole it?”
“Borrowed it. You can return it when you’re done. I’m sure you’ll find a way.” She slid the file across to me, she stood up, and she walked away. No handshake, no kiss, no touch. I watched her push out through the door, watched her turn right on Main Street, and watched her disappear.
The waitress heard the door as Neagley left. Maybe there was a repeater bell in the kitchen. She came out to check if there was a new arrival and saw that there wasn’t. She contented herself with refilling my mug for the second time, and then she went back to the kitchen. I squared the green file in front of me and opened it up.
Three women. Three victims. Three photographs, all taken in the last weeks or months of their lives. Nothing sadder. Cops ask for a recent likeness, and distraught relatives scurry to choose from what they have. Usually they come up with joy and smiles, prom pictures or studio portraits or vacation snapshots, because joy and smiles are what they want to remember. They want the long grim record to start with life and energy.
