17 A Wanted Man

cube, very small, with blades for an outlet, and a long white wire tipped with a complex rectangular plug.
    The ID wallet was made of fine black leather. Reacher flipped it open. It was like a tiny book in itself. The left-hand page was a coloured engraving of a shield.
Department of Justice. Federal Bureau of Investigation
. The right-hand page was a photo ID. Delfuenso’s face was on it. A little pale from the flash, a little green from fluorescent tubes overhead. But it was her. The picture was overlapped with an official seal.
Department of Justice
again. Holographic. The words
Federal Bureau of Investigation
ran side to side across the whole width of the card.
    Special Agent Karen Delfuenso.
    Reacher repacked the cavity and squeezed the covers down over the damage he had caused. He carried the book in his hand, slow and quiet past the sleeping girl, out through the door, towards the two women still huddled ten feet away. Sorenson was talking inanely, just burning time, and Delfuenso was looking a little exasperated and impatient with her. They both heard the scuff of Reacher’s boots on the concrete. They both turned towards him.
    Reacher raised the bible and said, ‘Let us pray.’

SIXTY
    THEY LEFT LUCY sleeping alone. Delfuenso thought it was safe enough. The whole place was secure, and she said the kid wasn’t the type who woke up in the night scared or disoriented. They went to Sorenson’s room, which was number nine. Closer than Reacher’s. Sorenson hadn’t been in it yet. She hadn’t gotten that far. She had been on her way to open it up when Reacher had called out to her in the dark.
    She unlocked her door with her key and all three of them stepped inside. Reacher saw an identical version of his own billet. Two armchairs, a queen bed, two neat piles of clothing, but the feminine selection, the same as Delfuenso was wearing. No doubt the bathroom was equally provisioned with lotions and potions and towels.
    Delfuenso sat down in an armchair and Reacher handed her the bible. She cradled it in her lap, with both hands on it, like it was a purse and she was afraid of bag snatchers. Sorenson sat on the bed. Her room, her entitlement. Reacher took the second armchair.
    He said, ‘Obviously I have a million questions.’
    Delfuenso said, ‘You’ve put us all in a very difficult situation. You should have left my bag alone. What you did was almost certainly illegal.’
    Reacher said, ‘Grow up.’
    Sorenson looked at Delfuenso and asked, ‘Didn’t they search you here? Or on the way here?’
    Delfuenso said, ‘No, they didn’t.’
    ‘Me neither,’ Reacher said. ‘Not even a little bit.’
    ‘Then that’s a serious deficiency,’ Sorenson said. ‘Wouldn’t you agree? I thought Kansas City was supposed to be good at this stuff.’
    Delfuenso shrugged. ‘I was playing the part of the random helpless victim, so I’m not surprised they gave me a pass. They should have searched Reacher, though. His position was never very clear.’
    ‘Kansas City doesn’t know who you are?’ Reacher asked.
    ‘Of course they don’t,’ Delfuenso said. ‘Or I wouldn’t be here in their damn prison camp, would I?’
    ‘So who are you?’
    ‘That’s not something I’m willing to discuss.’
    ‘Did King and McQueen come in south from the Interstate? To the old pumping station?’
    ‘Why do you want to know?’
    ‘Because it’s the key fact here.’
    ‘No, they came north out of Kansas.’
    ‘How?’
    ‘They were driven. By an accomplice.’
    ‘Had they been there before? To that crossroads?’
    ‘Has anyone?’
    ‘So they never saw Sin City. They didn’t know anything about it. They didn’t know they could jack a car there. But still, that’s where they went. Why?’
    Delfuenso didn’t answer.
    Reacher said, ‘Because you were McQueen’s emergency contact. That’s why. In case things went wrong. But you weren’t put there by Kansas City. Because Kansas City doesn’t know who you are. So who put you there?’
    Delfuenso didn’t answer.
    Reacher said, ‘Someone else put you there, obviously. Someone higher up the food chain, clearly, to be going over Kansas City’s head in secret. I’m guessing the Hoover Building. Some big cheese in a suit, all burdened down with worries.’
    Delfuenso said nothing.
    Reacher said, ‘Which begs the question, what exactly was the nature of those worries?’
    Delfuenso said, ‘Were you really a military cop?’
    Reacher didn’t answer.
    Sorenson