17 A Wanted Man

a few operations.’
    ‘It’s a big job.’
    Reacher said, ‘So tell me the rules.’
    Bale said, ‘There are two of them.’
    ‘Try me. I can count that high.’
    ‘You’ll be our guest here until the operation is concluded. That’s non-negotiable. And you won’t discuss what you’ve seen of the operation so far with the other guests. Or with anyone else. Not even any tiny little part of it. Not now and not ever. That’s non-negotiable too.’
    ‘That’s it?’
    ‘It’s for your own good. They saw you too. Only one of those guys in the Impala was on the side of the angels.’
    ‘King died.’
    ‘But not before he used his phone a couple of times. From the gas stations, we think. The times of the calls coincide with the use of the credit card.’
    ‘You were tapping his phone?’
    ‘Having an undercover man brings many advantages.’
    ‘What did he say about me?’
    ‘They have your name and your description. Bear that in mind when you think bad thoughts about the fence maker.’
    ‘Who are these guys?’
    No answer.
    ‘Is McQueen going to be OK?’
    ‘Don’t worry about him.’
    ‘I can’t help it.’
    ‘We put seven months into this. He’s not going to quit now.’
    ‘I’m not worried about him quitting. I’m worried about someone else making that decision for him. He’s got some explaining to do tonight.’
    ‘We can’t discuss it,’ Bale said. ‘Just remember the rules.’
    And that was it. Bale sat back. Trapattoni sat back. The conversation was over. And right on cue the food came. Reacher figured the motherly type had been watching through a spy hole. Or listening on a headset.
    Delfuenso and her daughter were long gone and the eyewitness was finishing up his seventh bottle of beer by the time Reacher left the dining room. He walked along the lit-up path towards his temporary quarters and he stopped in the chill air and looked up at the sky. There were no stars. No moon. Ideal conditions for a little clandestine activity, except there was no way out but the gate, and there was no way of opening it, and there were no telephones.
    Then the eyewitness came stumbling out of the dining room and up the path. The knee-high fingerpost lights gave Reacher a pretty good view of the guy’s legs working not quite right. He was more than buzzed, but not yet falling down. He was taking slow and elaborately precise steps, left, right, putting his feet down flat, striding shorter than normal, looking down and concentrating hard. Reacher backtracked until his shins were in a pool of light. Full disclosure. He didn’t want to give the guy a heart attack.
    The guy came on slowly, left foot, right foot, and then he saw Reacher’s legs and stopped. No big shock. No great surprise.
    The guy gave an amiable grin.
    Reacher said, ‘Were you this drunk when you saw the red car?’
    The guy thought about it and said, ‘Approximately.’
    ‘Who talked to you about it?’
    ‘Sheriff Goodman and the blonde lady from the FBI.’
    ‘What didn’t you tell them?’
    ‘I told them everything.’
    ‘No, you didn’t,’ Reacher said. ‘No eyewitness ever does. You left things out. Things you weren’t sure about, things that might have sounded stupid, things you were doing that you shouldn’t have been doing.’
    ‘I was looking for my truck.’
    ‘Where was it?’
    ‘I couldn’t remember. That’s why I was looking for it.’
    ‘Did you tell them that part?’
    ‘They didn’t ask.’
    ‘And you were going to drive home like that?’
    ‘It’s not far. I know the turns.’
    ‘And?’
    ‘I got caught short. I stopped to take a leak.’
    ‘Where?’
    ‘In back of the old pumping station. I didn’t tell them that part, either.’
    Reacher nodded.
Things you were doing that you shouldn’t have been doing
. Public urination, and drunk driving. Illegal in every town in America. He said, ‘So you didn’t really see them. Not if you were behind the building.’
    The guy said, ‘No, I saw them real close. I was all done by then. I was all zipped up and coming out.’
    ‘Did they see you?’
    ‘I don’t think so. It was pretty dark. There was a shadow.’
    ‘How far away were you?’
    ‘Ten feet, maybe.’
    Reacher asked, ‘What did you notice?’
    ‘I told the sheriff,’ the guy said. ‘And the blonde lady.’
    ‘You answered their questions. That’s not the same thing.’
    ‘I don’t remember.’
    ‘Concentrate.’
    The guy closed his eyes. He swayed back and forth on his