"Don't worry," he said. "The prisoners paint them every morning. "
"This is Lisa Harper," Reacher said. "She's with the FBI. "
"Pleased to meet you," the captain said. "I'm John Leighton. "
The three of them shook hands all around at the doors and Leighton led them inside. He turned off the carriage lamps with a switch inside the doors and then killed the hallway light.
"Budgets," he said. "Can't waste money. "
Light from his office was spilling out into the corridor, and he led them toward it. Stood at his door and ushered them inside. The office was original fifties, updated only where strictly necessary. Old desk, new computer, old file cabinet, new phone. There were crammed bookcases and every surface was overloaded with paper.
"They're keeping you busy," Reacher said.
Leighton nodded. "Tell me about it. "
"So we'll try not to take up too much of your time. "
"Don't worry. I called around, after you called me, naturally. Friend of a friend said I should push the boat out. Word is you were a solid guy, for a major. "
Reacher smiled, briefly.
"Well, I always tried to be," he said. "For a major. Who was the friend of the friend?"
"Some guy worked for you when you worked for old Leon Garber. He said you were a stand-up guy and old Garber always swore by you, which makes you pretty much OK as long as this generation is still in harness. "
"People still remember Garber?"
"Do Yankees fans still remember Joe DiMaggio?"
"I'm seeing Garber's daughter," Reacher said.
"I know," Leighton said. "Word gets around. You're a lucky guy. Jodie Garber's a nice lady, from what I recall. "
"You know her?"
Leighton nodded. "I met her on the bases, when I was coming up. "
"I'll remember you to her. "
Then he lapsed into silence, thinking about Jodie, and Leon. He was going to sell the house Leon had left him, and Jodie was worrying about it.
"Sit down," Leighton said. "Please. "
There were two upright chairs in front of the desk, tubular metal and canvas, like the things storefront churches threw away a generation ago.
"So how can I help you?" Leighton said, aiming the question at Reacher, looking at Harper.
"She'll explain," Reacher said.
She ran through it all from the beginning, summarizing. It took seven or eight minutes.
Leighton listened attentively, interrupting her here and there.
"I know about the women," he said. "We heard. "
She finished with Reacher's smoke screen theory, the possible Army thefts, and the trail which led from Petrosian's boys in New York to Bob in New Jersey.
"His name is Bob McGuire," Leighton said. "Quartermaster sergeant. But he's not your guy. We've had him two months, and he's too dumb, anyway. "
"We figured that," Harper said. "Feeling was he could name names, maybe lead us to somebody more likely. "
"A bigger fish?"
Harper nodded. "Somebody doing enough business to make it worth killing witnesses. "
Leighton nodded back.
"Theoretically, there might be such a person," he said, cautiously.
"You got a name?"
Leighton looked at her and shook his head. Leaned back in his chair and rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyes. Suddenly looked very tired.
"Problem?" Reacher asked.
"How long have you been out?" Leighton asked back, eyes closed.
"About three years, I guess," Reacher said.
Leighton yawned and stretched and returned to an upright position.
"Things have changed," he said. "Time marches on, right?"
"What's changed?"
"Everything," Leighton said. "Well, this, mainly. " He leaned over and tapped his computer monitor with his nail. It made a glassy ringing thunk, like a bottle. "Smaller Army, easier to organize, more time on our hands. So they computerized us, completely. Makes communication a whole lot easier. Makes it so we all know each other's business. Makes inventories easier to manage. You want to know how many Willys Jeep tires we got in store, even though we don't use Willys Jeeps anymore? Give me ten minutes, I can tell you. "
"So?"
"So we keep track of everything, much better than we used to. For instance, we know how many M9 Berettas have ever been delivered, we know how many have ever been legitimately issued, and we know how many we got in store. And if those numbers didn't add up, we'd be worrying about it, believe me. "
"So do the numbers add up?"
Leighton grinned, briefly. "They do now. That's for damn sure. Nobody's stolen an M9 Beretta from the U. S. Army in the last year and a half. "
"So what was Bob McGuire doing two months ago?" Reacher asked.
"Selling out the last of his stockpile. He'd been thieving ten years, at least. A little computer analysis made it obvious. Him, and a couple dozen others in a couple dozen different locations. We put procedures in place to dry up the stealing and we rounded up all the bad guys selling whatever they still had left. "
"All of them?"
"Computer says so. We were leaking weapons like crazy, all kinds of descriptions, couple of dozen locations, so we arrest a couple dozen guys, and the leakage has stopped. McGuire was about the last, maybe second-to-last, I'm not sure. "
"No more weapons theft?"
"Yesterday's news," Leighton said. "You're behind the times. "
There was silence.
"Good job," Reacher said. "Congratulations. "
"Smaller Army," Leighton said. "More time on our hands. "
"You got them all?" Harper asked.
Leighton just nodded. "All of them. Big push, worldwide. There weren't that many. Computers did the trick. "
Silence in the office.
"Well, shit, there goes that theory," she said.
She stared at the floor. Leighton shook his head, cautiously.
"Maybe not," he said. "We've got a theory of our own. "
She looked up again. "The big fish?"
Leighton nodded. "Right. "
"Who is he?"
"He's only theoretical, as of now. "
"Theoretical?"
"He's not active," Leighton said. "He's not stealing anything. Like I told you, we identified all the leaks and we plugged them all. Couple dozen guys waiting for trial, all the leak locations accounted for. But the way we picked them up was we sent undercover guys in, to buy the stuff. Entrapment. Bob McGuire, for instance, he sold a couple of Berettas to a couple of lieutenants in a bar. "
"We were just there," Harper said. "MacStiophan's, near the New Jersey Turnpike. "
"Right," Leighton said. "Our guys bought two M9s out of the trunk of his car, two hundred bucks apiece, which is about a third of what the Army pays for them, by the by. So then we haul McGuire in and we start ripping him apart. We know more or less exactly how many pieces he's stolen over the years, because of the inventory analysis on the computer, and we figure an average price, and we start looking for where the money has gone. And we find about a half of it, either in bank accounts or in the form of stuff he's bought. "
"So?" Reacher said.
"So nothing, not right then. But we're pooling information and the story is pretty much the same everywhere. They've all got about a half of their money missing. More or less the exact same proportion everywhere. And these guys are not the smartest guys you've ever met, right? They couldn't hide their money from us. And even if they could, why would they all hide exactly half of it? Why wouldn't some of them hide all of it, or two thirds, or three quarters? You know, whatever, a different proportion in each case?"