"So maybe you found the gun discarded," Walker said. "Maybe you handled it because you were worried about a family with a kid having a stray firearm around. Maybe you picked it up and put it away in a place of safety. "
"Maybe," Reacher said.
Walker turned a page in the file.
"But it's worse than that, isn't it?" he said.
"Is it?"
"You a praying man?"
"No," Reacher said.
"You damn well should be. You should get on your knees and thank somebody. "
"Like who?"
"Maybe the state cops. Maybe old Sloop himself for calling the sheriff. " r />
"Why?"
"Because they just saved your life. "
"How?"
"Because you were on the road in a squad car when this went down. If they'd left you in the bunkhouse, you'd be our number-one suspect. "
"Why?"
Walker turned another page.
"Your prints were on the gun," he said again. "And on every one of the shell cases. And on the magazine. And on the ammunition box. You loaded that gun, Reacher. Probably test-fired it too, they think, then reloaded it ready for action. She bought it, so it was technically her possession, but it looks from the fingerprint evidence that it was effectively your weapon. "
Reacher said nothing.
"So you see?" Walker asked. "You should set up a little shrine to the state police and give thanks every morning you wake up alive and free. Because the obvious thing for me to do would be come right after you. You could have crept up from the bunkhouse to the bedroom, easy as anything. Because you knew where the bedroom was, didn't you? I talked to Bobby. He told me you spent the previous night in there. Did you really think he'd just sit quiet in the barn? He probably watched you two going at it, through the window. "
"I didn't sleep with her," Reacher said. "I was on the sofa. "
Walker smiled. "Think a jury would believe you? Or an ex-whore? I don't. So we could easily prove some kind of a sexual jealousy motive. The next night you could have crept up there and got the gun out of the drawer and shot Sloop dead, and then crept back again. Only you couldn't have, because you were in the back of a police car at the time. So you're a lucky man, Reacher. Because right now a white male shooter would be worth his weight in gold to me. You could go integrate death row single-handed. A big WASP like you, in among all the blacks and the Hispanics, I'd look like the fairest prosecutor in Texas. The election would be over before it started. "
Reacher said nothing. Walker sighed.
"But you didn't do it, unfortunately," he said. "She did it. So now what have I got? The premeditation thing is going from bad to worse. It's just about shot to hell now. Clearly she thought, and she thought, even to the extent of hooking up with some ex-army guy to give her weapons training. We got your record, after we got your prints. You were a pistol-shooting champ two straight years. You did a spell as an instructor, for Christ's sake. You loaded her gun for her. What the hell am I going to do?"
"What you planned," Reacher said. "Wait for the medical reports. "
Walker went quiet. Then he sighed again. Then he nodded.
"We'll have them tomorrow," he said. "And you know what I did? I hired a defense expert to take a look at them. You know there are experts who only appear for the defense? Normally we wouldn't go near them. Normally we want to know how much we can get out of a thing, not how little. But I hired a defense guy, the exact same guy Alice Aaron would hire if she could afford him. Because I want somebody who can persuade me there's a faint possibility Carmen's telling the truth, so I can let her go without looking like I'm crazy. "
"So relax," Reacher said. "It'll be over tomorrow. "
"I hope so," Walker said. "And it might be. Al Eugene's office is sending over some financial stuff. Al did all that kind of work for Sloop. So if there's no financial motive, and the medical reports are good, maybe I can relax. "
"She had no money at all," Reacher said. "It was one of her big problems. "
Walker nodded. "Good," he said. "Because her big problems solve my big problems. "
The office went quiet underneath the drone of the air conditioners. The back of Reacher's neck felt cold and wet.
"You should be more proactive," he said. "With the election. "
"Yeah, how?"
"Do something popular. "
"Like what?"
"Like reopen something about the border patrol. People would like that. I just met a family whose son was murdered by them. "
Walker went quiet again for a second, then just shook his head.
"Ancient history," he said.
"Not to those families," Reacher said. "There were twenty-some homicides in a year. Most of the survivors live around here, probably. And most of them will be voters by now. "
"The border patrol was investigated," Walker said. "Before my time, but it was pretty damn thorough. I went through the files years ago. "
"You have the files?"
"Sure. Mostly happened down in Echo, and all that stuff comes here. It was clearly a bunch of rogue officers on a jag of their own, and the investigation most likely served to warn them off. They probably quit. Border patrol has a pretty good turnover of staff. The bad guys could be anywhere by now, literally. Probably left the state altogether. It's not just the immigrants who flow north. "
"It would make you look good. "
Walker shrugged. "I'm sure it would. A lot of things would make me look good. But I do have some standards, Reacher. It would be a total waste of public money. Grandstanding, pure and simple. It wouldn't get anywhere. Nowhere at all. They're long gone. It's ancient history. "
"Twelve years ago isn't ancient history. "
"It is around here. Things change fast. Right now I'm concentrating on what happened in Echo last night, not twelve years ago. "
"O. K. ," Reacher said. "Your decision. "
"I'll call Alice in the morning. When we get the material we need. Could be all over by lunchtime. "
"Let's hope so. "
"Yeah, let's," Walker said.
Reacher went out through the hot trapped air in the stairwell and stepped outside. It was hotter still on the sidewalk. So hot, it was difficult to breathe properly. It felt like all the oxygen molecules had been burned out of the air. He made it across the street and down to the mission with sweat running into his eyes. He pushed in through the door and found Alice sitting alone at her desk.
"You back already?" he asked, surprised.
She just nodded.
"Did you see her?"
She nodded again.
"What did she say?"
"Nothing at all," Alice said. "Except she doesn't want me to represent her. "
"What do you mean?"
"What I said. Literally the only words I got out of her were, and I quote, 'I refuse to be represented by you. ' "
"Why?"
"She didn't say. She said nothing at all. I just told you that. Except she doesn't want me on the case. "
"Why the hell not?"
Alice just shrugged and said nothing.
"Has this kind of a thing ever happened before?"
Alice shook her head. "Not to me. Not to anybody within living memory in this place. Normally they can't make their minds up whether to bite your hand off or smother you with hugs and kisses. "
"So what the hell happened?"
"I don't know. She was fairly calm, fairly rational. "
"Did you try to persuade her?"
"Of course I did. To a point. But I wanted to get out of there before she lost it and started hollering. A witness hears her say it, I lose all standing. And then she's really in trouble. I plan to go back and try again later. "
"Did you tell her I sent you?"
"Sure I did. I used your name. Reacher this, Reacher that. Made no difference. All she said was she refused representation. Over and over again, three or four times. Then she gave me the silent treatment. "
"Can you think of a reason?"
Alice shrugged. "Not really, in the circumstances. I mean, I'm not exactly Perry Mason. Maybe I don't inspire much confidence. I go in there half-naked and sweating like a pig, and if this was Wall Street or somewhere I could understand somebody taking one look and thinking wow, like, forget about it. But this isn't Wall Street. This is Pecos County jail, and she's Hispanic, and I'm a lawyer with a pulse, so she should have been dancing with joy I came at all. "
"So why?"
"It's inexplicable. "
"What happens now?"
"Now it's a bala
ncing act. I have to get her to accept representation before anybody hears her refuse it. "
"And if she still doesn't?"
"Then I go about my business and she's completely on her own. Until six months from now when the indictment's in and some crony of the judge's sends some useless jerk to see her. "
Reacher was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, Alice. I had no idea this would happen. "
"Not your fault. "
"Go back about seven, O. K. ?" he said. "When the upstairs offices are empty and before the night shift woman comes on. She struck me as nosier than the day guy. He probably won't pay too much attention. So you can press her some. Let her holler if she wants to. "
"O. K. ," she said. "Seven o'clock it is. Hell of a day. Up and down, like a roller coaster. "
"Like life itself," Reacher said.
She smiled, briefly. "Where will I find you?"
"I'm in the last motel before the highway. "
"You like traffic noise?"
"I like cheap. Room eleven, name of Millard Fillmore. "
"Why?"
"Habit," he said. "I like aliases. I like anonymity. "
"So who is Millard Fillmore?"
"President, two before Abraham Lincoln. From New York. "
She was quiet for a moment. "Should I dress up like a lawyer for her? You think that might make a difference?"
Reacher shrugged. "I doubt it. Look at me. I look like a scarecrow, and she never said anything about it. "
Alice smiled again. "You do a little, you know. I saw you come in this morning and I thought you were the client. Some kind of homeless guy in trouble. "
"This is a new outfit," Reacher said. "Fresh today. "
She looked him over again and said nothing.
He left her with paperwork to do and walked as far as the pizza parlor south of the courthouse. It was nearly full with people and had a huge air conditioner over the door spilling a continuous stream of moisture on the sidewalk. Clearly it was the coldest place in town, and therefore right then the most popular. He went in and got the last table and drank ice water as fast as the busboy could refill his glass. Then he ordered an anchovy pizza, heavy on the fish. He figured his body needed to replace salt.
* * *
As he ate it a new description was being passed by phone to the killing crew. The call was carefully rerouted through Dallas and Las Vegas to a motel room a hundred miles from Pecos. The call was made by a man, speaking quietly but clearly. It contained a detailed identification of a new target, a male, starting with his full name and his age, and accompanied by an exact rundown of his physical appearance and all of his likely destinations within the next forty-eight hours.
The information was taken by the woman, because she had sent her partners out to eat. She made no notes. She was naturally cautious about leaving written evidence, and she had an excellent memory. It had been honed by constant practice. She listened carefully until the caller stopped talking and then she decided the crew's price. She wasn't reluctant to speak on the phone. She was talking through an electronic device bought in the Valley that made her sound like a robot with a head cold. So she named the price and then listened to the silence on the other end. Listened to the guy deciding whether to negotiate the cost. But he didn't. Just said O. K. and hung up. The woman smiled. Smart guy, she thought. Her crew didn't work for cheapskates. A parsimonious attitude about money betrayed all kinds of other negative possibilities.
* * *
Reacher had ice cream after the pizza, and more water, and then coffee. He lingered over it as long as was reasonable and then he paid his check and walked back to his motel room. The heat felt worse than ever after being cold and dry for an hour. He took a long shower in tepid water and rinsed his clothes in the sink. Shook them hard to eliminate the wrinkles and arranged them on a chair to dry. Then he turned the room air to high and lay down on the bed to wait for Alice. Checked his watch. He figured if she got there anytime after eight o'clock it would be a good sign, because if Carmen decided to get serious they would need to talk for at least an hour. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.