"What did she see in him in the first place?"
"He can be charismatic. He's strong and silent. And intelligent, in a narrow way."
"What was she before?"
"A model."
Reacher said nothing.
"Yes," Patti said. "Just like the next one."
"What happened?"
"Between them they drove the marriage on the rocks. It was inevitable, I guess. One day she told me she wanted a divorce. I was all in favor of that, of course. It was the best thing for her. But she tried to do the whole drag-out knock-down thing. Alimony, division of assets, the whole nine yards. Which was the worst possible thing she could have done. I knew it was a mistake. I told her just to get the hell out while she still could. But she had brought money to the relationship. Lane had used it for part of his initial stake. Anne wanted her share back. But Lane couldn't even handle the insubordination of his wife wanting out of the marriage. To be made to give her money as well was out of the question for him. And it would have been a public humiliation, because he would have had to go out and find another investor. So he went completely postal. He faked a kidnapping and had her killed."
Silence for a moment.
"The police were involved," Reacher said. "The FBI, too. There must have been a certain level of scrutiny."
Patti turned around to face the room. Smiled, sadly.
"Here we go," she said. "We've reached the point where the little sister is sounding a little crazy and obsessed. But obviously Lane planned it well. He made it seem very real."
"How?"
"His men. He employs a bunch of killers. They're all used to obeying orders. And they're all smart. They all know how to do stuff like this. And they aren't virgins. Every single one of them has been out on covert operations. And probably every single one of them has killed before, up close and personal."
Reacher nodded. No question about it. Every one of them has. Many times.
"You got any particular suspects in mind?" he asked.
"None of the guys you've seen," Patti said. "Nobody who's still in the A-team. I don't think the dynamic would permit that. Not as time went by. I don't think it would be sustainable, psychologically. But I don't think he would have used B-teamers. He would have needed people he could have trusted completely."
"So who?"
"A-team guys who aren't around anymore."
"Who would be in that category?"
"There were two," Patti said. "A guy called Hobart and a guy called Knight."
"Why aren't they around anymore? Why would two trusted A-teamers just up and leave?"
"Shortly after Anne died there was an operation overseas somewhere. Apparently it went bad. Two men didn't come back. Those two."
"That would be a coincidence," Reacher said. "Wouldn't it? The two guilty men were the two who didn't come back?"
"I think Lane made sure they didn't come back. He needed to tidy things up."
Reacher said nothing.
"I know," Patti said. "The little sister is crazy, right?"
Reacher gazed at her. She didn't look crazy. A little spacey, maybe. In a sixties way, like her sister. She had a curtain of long blonde hair, straight, parted in the middle, just the same as Anne in the photograph. Big blue eyes, a button nose, a dusting of freckles, pale skin. She was wearing a white peasant blouse and faded blue jeans. She was barefoot and braless. You could have taken her picture and put it straight on the cover of a compilation CD. The Summer of Love. The Mamas and the Papas, Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother and the Holding Company. Reacher liked music like that. He had been seven during the Summer of Love, and he wished he had been seventeen.
"How do you think it went down?" he asked.
"Knight drove Anne that day," Patti said. "That's an established fact. He took her shopping. Waited at the curb. But she never came out of the store. Next thing anyone knew was a phone call four hours later. The usual thing. No cops, a ransom demand."
"Voice?"
"Disguised."
"How?"
"Like the guy was talking through a handkerchief or something."
"How much was the ransom?"
"A hundred grand."
"But Lane did call the cops."
Patti nodded. "But only to cover his ass. It was like he wanted independent witnesses. Very important to retain his credibility with the other guys that weren't in on the scheme."
"Then what?"
"Like you see in the movies. The FBI tapped the phones and moved in on the ransom drop. Lane's story is that they were seen. But the whole thing was phony. They waited, nobody showed up, because nobody was ever going to show up. So they brought the money home again. It was all a performance. A charade. Lane acted it all out and came home and gave the word that he was in the clear, that the cops had bought the story, that the FBI was convinced, and then Anne was killed. I'm sure of that."
"Where was the other guy during all of this? Hobart?"
"Nobody knows for sure. He was off duty. He said he was in Philadelphia. But obviously he had been in the store, just waiting for Anne to show. He was the other half of the equation."
"Did you go to the cops at the time?"
"They ignored me," Patti said. "Remember, this all was five years ago, not long after the Twin Towers. Everyone was preoccupied. And the military was suddenly back in fashion. You know, everyone was looking for their daddy, so people like Lane were the flavor of the month. Ex-Special Forces soldiers were pretty cool back then. I was fighting an uphill battle."
"What about this cop Brewer? Now?"
"He tolerates me. What else can he do? I'm a taxpayer. But I don't suppose he's doing anything about it. I'm realistic."
"You got any evidence against Lane at all?"
"No," Patti said. "None at all. All I've got is context and feeling and intuition. That's all I can share."
"Context?"
"Do you know what a private military corporation is really for? Fundamentally?"
"Fundamentally its purpose is to allow the Pentagon to escape Congressional oversight."
"Exactly," Patti said. "They're not necessarily better fighters than people currently enlisted. Often they're worse, and they're certainly more expensive. They're there to break the rules. Simple as that. If the Geneva Conventions get in the way, it doesn't matter to them, because nobody can call them on it. The government is insulated."
"You've studied hard," Reacher said.
"So what kind of a man is Lane to participate?"
"You tell me."
"He's a sordid egomaniac weasel."
"What do you wish you had done? To keep Anne alive?"
"I should have convinced her. I should have just gotten her out of there, penniless but alive."
"Not easy," Reacher said. "You were the kid sister."
"But I knew."
"When did you move here?"
"About a year after Anne died. I couldn't let it rest."
"Does Lane know you're here?"
She shook her head. "I'm very careful. And this city is incredibly anonymous. You can go years without ever laying eyes on your neighbor."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Do?"
"You brought me here for a purpose. And you took a hell of a risk doing it."
"I think it's time for me to take risks."