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Munro asked, "Who was the dead guy?"

"No ID at this time. Civilian, almost certainly. "

"Near the fence?"

"Same as the guys that got beat up. Like a quarantine zone. "

"That's ridiculous. That's not happening. I know that for sure. "

We both went quiet for a second, and then I asked, "What else do you know for sure?"

"I can't tell you. Orders are to keep this thing tighter than a fish's butt. "

"Let's play Twenty Questions. "

"Let's not. "

"The short version. Three questions. Yes or no answers. "

"Don't put me on the spot, OK?"

"We're both on the spot already. Don't you see that? We've got a real mess here. And either it's in there with you or it's out here with me. So sooner or later one of us is going to have to help the other. We might as well start now. "

Silence. Then: "OK, Jesus, three questions. "

"Did they tell you about the car?"

"Yes. "

"Did anyone mention money from Kosovo as a possible motive?"

"Yes. "

"Did they tell you about two other dead women?"

"No. What other dead women?"

"Last year. Local. Same MO. Cut throats. "

"Connected?"

"Probably. "

"Jesus. No, nobody said a word. "

"Do you have written records of Bravo Company's movements? June and November last year?"

"That's your fourth question. "

"We're just chatting now. Two officers, equal rank, just shooting the shit. The game is over. "

"There are no records of Bravo Company's movements here. They're operating under special ops protocols. Therefore everything is filed at Fort Bragg. It would take the biggest subpoena you ever saw just to get a look at the outside of the file cabinet. "

I asked, "You making any general progress there?"

No answer.

I asked, "How long does it normally take for your secret weapon to work?"

He said, "It's usually much faster than this. "

I didn't answer, and there was more dead air, and some quiet breathing, and then Munro said, "Listen, Reacher, I guess this is hardly worth talking about, because you're just going to think, well, what else would I say, because we both know I was sent here to cover someone's ass. But I'm not like that. Never have been. "

"And?"

"From what I know so far, none of our guys killed any women. Not this month, or November, or June. That's how it looks right now. "

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I put the phone down on Munro, and Deveraux came back into the office immediately. Maybe she had been watching a light on the switchboard. She said, "Well?"

"No quarantine patrols. No one has left Kelham since Munro arrived. "

"He would say that, though, wouldn't he?"

"And he's not smelling anything. He thinks the perp is not on the base. "

"Ditto. "

I nodded. Smoke and mirrors. Politics and the real world. Utter confusion. I said, "You want to get lunch?"

She said, "After. "

"After what?"

"You have a problem to deal with. The McKinney cousins are out on the street. They're waiting for you. And they've brought reinforcements. " r />

Deveraux led me across the corridor to a dim corner room with windows in two walls. The view across Main Street was empty. Nothing happening. But the view north toward the T-junction showed four figures. My two old friends, plus two more similar guys. Dirt, hair, fur, and ink. They were standing around in the wide area where the two roads met, hands in pockets, kicking the dirt, doing nothing at all.

My first reaction was a kind of dumbfounded admiration. A head butt is a serious blow, especially one of mine. To be walking and talking just a few hours later was impressive. My second reaction was annoyance. With myself. I had been too gentle. Too new in town, too reluctant, too proper, too ready to see mitigating circumstances in sheer animal stupidity. I looked at Deveraux and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

She said, "You could apologize and make them go away. "

"What's my second choice?"

"You could let them hit you first. Then I could arrest them for unprovoked assault. I'd love to get the chance to do that. "

"They won't hit me at all if you're there. "

"I'll stay out of sight. "

"I'm not sure I want to do either thing. "

"One or the other, Reacher. Your choice. "

I stepped out to Main Street like some guy in an old movie. There should have been music playing. I turned right and faced north. I stood still. The four guys saw me. They showed a moment of surprise, and then a moment of warm anticipation. They formed up in a side-to-side line, all four of them strung out west to east, about four feet apart. They all took a step toward me, and then they all stopped and waited. There were two trucks parked on the Kelham road, behind them and to the right. There was the brush-painted pick-up I had seen before, and in front of it was another one just as bad.

I walked on, like a fish toward a net. The sun was about as high as it was going to get in March. The air was warm. I could feel heat on my skin. I could feel the road surface under the soles of my shoes. I put my hands in my pockets. Nothing in there, except most of the roll of quarters I had gotten in the diner. I closed my fist around the paper tube. A ten dollar punch, less what I had spent on the phone.

I walked on and stopped ten feet from the skirmish line. The two guys I had met before were on the left. The silent mastermind was on the outside, and the alpha dog was in second position. Both of them had noses like spoiled eggplants. Both of them had two black eyes. Both of them had crusted blood on their lips. Neither one of them exhibited much in the way of balance or focus. Right of the alpha dog was a guy slightly smaller than the others, and next to him was a big guy in a biker vest.

I looked at the alpha dog and said, "This is your plan?"

He didn't answer.

I said, "Four guys? Is that all?"

He didn't answer.

I said, "I was told there were dozens of you. "

No answer.

"But I guess logistics and communications were difficult. So you settled on a lighter force, quickly assembled and rapidly deployed. Which is very up to date, actually. You should go to the Pentagon and sit in on some seminars. You'd feel right at home with their thinking. "

The new guy second from the right was drunk. He had a low level buzz going on. It was oozing from his pores. I could practically smell it. Beer for breakfast. Maybe with chasers. A decade-long diet, judging by the look of him. So he would be slow to react, and then wild and unaimed afterward. No big problem. The new guy with the biker vest was carrying some kind of back pain. Low down, base of his spine. I could tell because he was standing with his pelvis rolled forward, taking the pressure off. Some kind of rupture or strain. A dozen possible causes. He was a country boy. He could have lifted a bale, or fallen off a horse. No major threat. He would defeat himself. One enthusiastic swing, and all kinds of things would tear loose inside. He would hobble away like a cripple. By which time his drunken friend would already be down. And the other two were already in no kind of good shape. The two I knew. The two that knew me. The alpha dog was slightly on my left, and I'm a right-handed fighter. He was practically volunteering.

Overall, an encouraging situation.

I said, "It's a shame one of you isn't bigger. Or two or three of you. Or all of you, actually. "

No answer.

I said, "But hey, a plan's a plan. Did it take long to work out?"

No answer.

I said, "You know what we used to say about plans, up at West Point?"

"What?"

"Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth. "

No answer. No movement. I unwrapped my hand from around the roll of quarters. I wasn't going to need them. I took my hands out of my pockets. I said, "The problem with light forces is if things go bad, they go real bad real quick. Look at what happened in Somalia. So you should think very carefully about this choice. You're at a fork in the road here. You have to decide which way to go. You could wade in, just the four of you, right now. But the next stop after that will be the hospital. That's a promise. That's a cast iron guarantee. You'll get hit harder than you've ever been hit before. I'm talking broken bones. I can't promise brain damage. Looks like someone already beat me to that. "

No response.

I said, "Or you could attempt a tactical withdrawal now, and then you could take your time putting that big force together. You could come back in a couple of days. Dozens of you. You could find your granddaddy's varmint gun. You could start the painkillers early. "

No response. Nothing verbal, anyway. But shoulders slumped a fraction, and feet started shuffling.

"Good decision," I said. "Overwhelming force is always better. You really should go to the Pentagon. You could walk them through your reasoning. They'd listen to you. They're listening to everyone except us. "

The alpha dog said, "We'll be back. "

"I'll be here," I said. "Whenever you're ready. "

They walked away, trying to be casual about it, trying to salvage some dignity. They climbed into their trucks and made a big show of revving their engines and squealing their tires through tight 180 turns. They drove off west into the forest, toward Memphis, toward the rest of the world. I watched them go, and then I walked back to the Sheriff's Department.

* * *

Deveraux had seen the whole thing from the window in the dim corner room. Like a silent movie. No dialogue. She said, "You made them go away. You apologized. I can't believe it. "

"Not exactly," I said. "I took a rain check. They're coming back later, dozens of them. "

"Why did you do that?"

"More arrests for you. They'll look good for your reelection campaign. "

"You're crazy. "

"You want to get lunch now?"

"I already have a lunch date," she said.

"Since when?"

"Five minutes ago. Major Duncan Munro called back and asked me to dine with him in the Kelham Officers' Club. "


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