"So where will you head?" she asked.
"First bus out," he said. "That's my rule. "
They stood together and read the schedules. Next departure was to Topeka, Kansas, via Oklahoma City. It was due in from Phoenix, Arizona, in a half hour. It was making a long slow counterclockwise loop.
"Been to Topeka before?" Alice asked.
"I've been to Leavenworth," he said. "It's not far. "
He tapped on the glass and the woman sold him a one-way ticket. He put it in his pocket.
"Good luck, Alice," he said. "Four and a half years from now, I'll look for you in the Yellow Pages. "
She smiled.
"Take care, Reacher," she said.
She stood still for a second, like she was debating whether to hug him or kiss him on the cheek, or just walk away. Then she smiled again, and just walked away. He watched her go until she was lost to sight. Then he found the shadiest bench and sat down to wait.
* * *
She still wasn't sure. They had taken her to a very nice place, like a house, with beds and everything. So maybe this was her new family. But they didn't look like a family. They were very busy. She thought they looked a bit like doctors. They were kind to her, but busy too, with stuff she didn't understand. Like at the doctor's office. Maybe they were doctors. Maybe they knew she was upset, and they were going to make her better. She thought about it for a long time, and then she asked.
"Are you doctors?" she said.
"No," they answered.
"Are you my new family?"
"No," they said. "You'll go to your new family soon. "
"When?"
"A few days, O. K. ? But right now you stay with us. "
She thought they all looked very busy.
* * *
The bus rolled in more or less on time. It was a big Greyhound, dirty from the road, wrapped in a diesel cloud, with heat shimmering visibly from its air conditioner grilles. It stopped twenty feet from him and the driver held the engine at a loud shuddering idle. The door opened and three people got off. Reacher stood up and walked over and got on. He was the only departing passenger. The driver took his ticket.
"Two minutes, O. K. ?" the guy said. "I need a comfort stop. "
Reacher nodded and said nothing. Just shuffled down the aisle and found a double seat empty. It was on the left, which would face the evening sun all the way after they turned north at Abilene. But the windows were tinted dark blue and the air was cold, so he figured he'd be O. K. He sat down sideways. Stretched out and rested his head against the glass. The eight spent shells in his pocket were uncomfortable against the muscle of his thigh. He hitched up and moved them through the cotton. Then he took them out and held them in his palm. Rolled them together like dice. They were warm, and they made dull metallic sounds.
Abilene, he thought.
The driver climbed back in and hung off the step and looked both ways, like an old railroad guy. Then he slid into his seat and the door wheezed shut behind him.
"Wait," Reacher called.
He stood up and shuffled forward again, all the way down the aisle.
"I changed my mind," he said. "I'm getting off. "
"I already canceled your ticket," the driver said. "You want a refund, you'll have to mail a claim. "
"I don't want a refund," Reacher said. "Just let me out, O. K. ?"
The driver looked blank, but he operated the mechanism anyway and the doors wheezed open again. Reacher stepped down into the heat and walked away. He heard the bus leave behind him. It turned right where he had turned left and he heard its noise fade and die into the distance. He walked on to the law office. Working hours elsewhere were over and it was crowded again with groups of quiet worried people, some of them talking to lawyers, some of them waiting to. Alice was at her desk in back, talking to a woman with a baby on her knee. She looked up, surprised.
"Bus didn't come?" she asked.
"I need to ask you a legal question," he said.
"Is it quick?"
He nodded. "Civilian law, if some guy tells an attorney about a crime, how far can the cops press the attorney for the details?"
"It would be privileged information," Alice said. "Between lawyer and client. The cops couldn't press at all. "
"Can I use your phone?"
She paused a moment, puzzled. Then she shrugged.
"Sure," she said. "Squeeze in. "
He took a spare client chair and put it next to hers, behind the desk.
"Got phone books for Abilene?" he asked.
"Bottom drawer," she said. "All of Texas. "
She turned back to the woman with the baby and restarted their discussion in Spanish. He opened the drawer and found the right book. There was an information page near the front, with all the emergency services laid out in big letters. He dialed the state police, Abilene office. A woman answered and asked how she could help him.
"I have information," he said. "About a crime. "
The woman put him on hold. Maybe thirty seconds later the call was picked up elsewhere. Sounded like a squad room. Other phones were ringing in the background and there was faint peo
ple noise all around.
"Sergeant Rodriguez," a voice said.
"I have information about a crime," Reacher said again.
"Your name, sir?"
"Chester A. Arthur," Reacher said. "I'm a lawyer in Pecos County. "
"O. K. , Mr. Arthur, go ahead. "
"You guys found an abandoned automobile south of Abilene on Friday. A Mercedes Benz belonging to a lawyer called Al Eugene. He's currently listed as a missing person. "
There was the sound of a keyboard pattering.
"O. K. ," Rodriguez said. "What can you tell me?"
"I have a client here who says Eugene was abducted from his car and killed very near the scene. "
"What's your client's name, sir?"
"Can't tell you that," Reacher said. "Privileged information. And the fact is I'm not sure I even believe him. I need you to check his story from your end. If he's making sense, then maybe I can persuade him to come forward. "
"What is he telling you?"
"He says Eugene was flagged down and put in another car. He was driven north to a concealed location on the lefthand side of the road, and then he was shot and his body was hidden. "
Alice had stopped her conversation and was staring sideways at him.
"So I want you to search the area," Reacher said.
"We already searched the area. "
"What kind of a radius?"
"Immediate surroundings. "
"No, my guy says a mile or two north. You need to look under vegetation, in the cracks in the rock, pumping houses, anything there is. Some spot near where a vehicle could have pulled off the road. "
"A mile or two north of the abandoned car?"
"My guy says not less than one, not more than two. "
"On the left?"
"He's pretty sure," Reacher said.
"You got a phone number?"
"I'll call you back," Reacher said. "An hour from now. "
He hung up. The woman with the baby was gone. Alice was still staring at him.
"What?" she said.
"We should have focused on Eugene before. "
"Why?"
"Because what's the one solid fact we've got here?"
"What?"
"Carmen didn't shoot Sloop, that's what. "
"That's an opinion, not a fact. "
"No, it's a fact, Alice. Believe me, I know these things. "
She shrugged. "O. K. , so?"
"So somebody else shot him. Which raises the question, why? We know Eugene is missing, and we know Sloop is dead. They were connected, lawyer and client. So let's assume Eugene is dead, too, not just missing. For the sake of argument. They were working together on a deal that sprung Sloop from jail. Some kind of a big deal, because that isn't easy. They don't hand out remissions like candy. So it must have involved some heavy-duty information. Something valuable. Big trouble for somebody. Suppose that somebody took them both out, for revenge, or to stop the flow of information?"