The men looked at each other. Ellie watched them from the bed.
Chapter 15
Reacher was not good company on the ride south. He didn't talk at all for the first hour and a half. Evening dark had fallen fast and he kept the VW's dome light on and studied the maps from the glove compartment. In particular he concentrated on a large-scale topographical sheet that showed the southern part of Echo County. The county boundary was a completely straight line running east to west. At its closest point, it was fifty miles from the Rio Grande. That made no sense to him.
"I don't understand why she lied about the diamond," he said.
Alice shrugged. She was pushing the little car as fast as it was willing to go.
"She lied about everything," she said.
"The ring was different," he said.
"Different how?"
"A different sort of lie. Like apples are different from oranges."
"I don't follow."
"The ring is the only thing I can't explain to myself."
"The only thing?"
"Everything else is coherent, but the ring is a problem."
She drove on, another mile. The power line poles came and went, flashing through the headlight beams for a split second each.
"You know what's going on, don't you?" she said.
"You ever done computer-aided design?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"Me neither."
"So?"
"Do you know what it is?"
She shrugged again. "Vaguely, I guess."
"They can build a whole house or car or whatever, right there on the computer screen. They can paint it, decorate it, look at it. If it's a house, they can go in it, walk around. They can rotate it, look at the front, look at the back. If it's a car, they can see how it looks in daylight and in the dark. They can tilt it up and down, spin it around, examine it from every angle. They can crash it and see how it holds up. It's like a real thing, except it isn't. I guess it's a virtual thing."
"So?" she said again.
"I can see this whole situation in my mind, like a computer design. Inside and out, up and down. From every angle. Except for the ring. The ring screws it up."
"You want to explain that?"
"No point," he said. "Until I figure it out."
"Is Ellie going to be O.K.?"
"I hope so. That's why we're making this trip."
"You think the grandmother can help us?"
He shrugged. "I doubt it."
"So how is this trip helping Ellie?"
He said nothing. Just opened the glove compartment and put the maps back. Took out the Heckler & Koch handgun. Clicked out the magazine and checked the load. Never assume. But it still held its full complement of ten shells. He put the magazine back in and jacked the first round into the chamber. Then he cocked the pistol and locked it. Eased up off the passenger seat and slipped it into his pocket.
"You think we're going to need that?" she asked.
"Sooner or later," he said. "You got more ammo in your bag?"
She shook her head. "I never thought I'd actually use it." He said nothing. "You O.K.?" she asked.
"Feeling good," he said. "Maybe like you did during that big trial, before the guy refused to pay."
She nodded at the wheel. "It was a good feeling."
"That's your thing, right?"
"I guess it is."
"This is my thing," he said. "This is what I'm built for. The thrill of the chase. I'm an investigator, Alice, always was, always will be. I'm a hunter. And when Walker gave me that badge my head started working."
"You know what's going on, don't you?" she asked again.
"Aside from the diamond ring."
"Tell me."
He said nothing.
"Tell me," she said again.
"Did you ever ride a horse?"
"No," she said. "I'm a city girl. Openest space I ever saw was the median strip in the middle of Park Avenue."
"I just rode one with Carmen. First time ever."
"So?"
"They're very tall. You're way up there in the air."
"So?" she said again.
"You ever ride a bike?"
"In New York City?"
"Inline skating?"
"A little, back when it was cool."
"You ever fall?"
"Once, pretty badly."
He nodded. "Tell me about that meal you made for me."
"What about it?"
"Homemade, right?"
"Sure."
"You weighed out the ingredients?"
"You have to."
"So you've got a scale in your kitchen?"
"Sure," she said again.
"The scales of justice," he said.
"Reacher, what the hell are you talking about?"
He glanced to his left. The red picket fence was racing backward through the edge of her headlight beams.
"We're here," he said. "I'll tell you later."
She slowed and turned in under the gate and bumped across the yard.
"Face it toward the motor barn," he said. "And leave the headlights on. I want to take a look at that old pick-up truck."
"O.K.," she said.
She coasted a yard or two and hauled on the steering wheel until the headlight beams washed into the right-hand end of the barn. They lit up half of die new pick-up, half of the Jeep Cherokee, and all of the old pick-up between them.
"Stay close to me," he said.
They got out of the car. The night air felt suddenly hot and damp. Different than before. It was cloudy and there were disturbed insects floating everywhere. But the yard was quiet. No sound. They walked over together for a better look at the abandoned truck. It was some kind of a Chevrolet, maybe twenty years old, but still a recognizable ancestor of the newer truck alongside it. It had bulbous fenders and dulled paint and a roll bar built into the load bed. It must have had a million miles on it. Probably hadn't been started in a decade. The springs sagged and the tires were flat and the rubber was perished by the relentless heat.
"So?" Alice said.
"I think it's the truck in the photograph," Reacher said. "The one in Walker's office? Him and Sloop and Eugene leaning on the fender?"
"Trucks all look the same to me," she said.
"Sloop had the same photograph."
"Is that significant?"
He shrugged. "They were good friends."
They turned away. Alice ducked back into the VW and killed the lights. Then he led her to the foot of the porch steps. Up to the main entrance. He knocked. Waited. Bobby Greer opened the door. Stood there, surprised.
"So you came home," Reacher said.
Bobby scowled, like he had already heard it.
"My buddies took me out," he said. "To help with the grieving process."
Reacher opened his palm to show off the chromium star. The badge flip. It felt good. Not quite as good as flashing a United States Army Criminal Investigation Division credential, but it had an effect on Bobby. It stopped him closing the door again.
"Police," Reacher said. "We need to see your mother."
"Police? You?"
"Hack Walker just deputized us. Valid throughout Echo County. Where's your mother?"
Bobby paused a beat. Leaned forward and glanced up at the night sky and literally sniffed the air.
"Storm's rolling in," he said. "It's coming now. From the south."
"Where's your mother, Bobby?"
Bobby paused again.
"Inside," he said.
Reacher led Alice past Bobby into the red foyer with the rifles and the mirror. It was a degree or two cooler inside the house. The old air conditioner was running hard. It thumped and rattled patiently, somewhere upstairs. They walked through the foyer and into the parlor in back. Rusty Greer was sitting at die table in the same chair as the first time he had seen her. She was wearing the same style of clothes. Tight jeans and a fringed blouse. Her hair was lacquered up into a halo as hard as a helmet.
"We're here on official business, Mrs. Greer," Reacher said. He showed her the badge in his palm. "We need some answers."
"Or what, big man?" Rusty said. "You going to arrest me?"
Reacher pulled out a chair and sat opposite her. Just looked at her.
"I've done nothing wrong," she said.
Reacher shook his head. "As a matter of fact, you've done everything wrong."
"Like what?"
"Like, my grandmother would have died before she let her grandchildren get taken away. Literally. Over her dead body, she'd have said, and she'd have damn well meant every word."
Silence for a second. Just the endless tick of the fan.
"It was for the child's own good," Rusty said. "And I had no choice. They had papers."
"You given grandchildren away before?"
"No."
"So how do you know they were the right papers?"
Rusty just shrugged. Said nothing.
"Did you check?"
"How could I?" Rusty said. "And they looked right. All full of big words, aforementioned, hereinafter, the State of Texas."
"They were fakes," Reacher said. "It was a kidnap, Mrs. Greer. It was coercion. They took your granddaughter to threaten your daughter-in-law with."