17 A Wanted Man

whether you’re a glass-half-full type of guy, or a glass-half-empty. They lost two out of four so far. So on the face of it his odds are about fifty-fifty.’
    ‘Not good.’
    ‘Which is why some big cheese in a suit was all burdened down with worries.’
    ‘And that’s without him having to explain what happened to King.’
    ‘Tell me about it,’ Delfuenso said.
    Sorenson made tea with a plug-in kettle from a cupboard and water from the bathroom. She brought it over on a tray. Reacher thanked her but looked at Delfuenso and asked, ‘Why did you do all that blinking in the car?’
    Delfuenso took her tea and asked back, ‘Did I have you fooled?’
    ‘Totally. I thought you were a random victim. Brave and smart, for sure, but regular-person brave and smart, not law enforcement.’
    ‘And that’s exactly what I needed you to think. McQueen knew who I was, obviously, but King didn’t. So I had to play a part for him. I had to play a part all night, in fact, because it was pretty obvious I was going to end up face to face with either Wadiah or the Kansas City FBI. And neither one of them could be allowed to know who I was.’
    ‘I get that. I know you had to act a part. But you didn’t have to blink.’
    ‘My aim was to get out of there as fast as I could. The sooner the better. By any means available. So I thought if I enlisted you I might get out quicker. You looked like a capable guy. I thought you might get the chance to stage something along the way. But you didn’t. So sure enough I ended up face to face with the Kansas City boys, who put me in here, because I played my part so well they think I’m nobody.’
    ‘So what really happened last night?’
    ‘You saw most of it.’
    ‘But not all of it. And I didn’t understand any of it. And I’m interested in the conversation you had with McQueen after he shot King in the heart. You must have had at least half an hour alone with him, before you were picked up.’
    ‘Closer to forty minutes. And it wasn’t McQueen who shot King in the heart. He passed me his gun around the seat. I told you different because I was still playing the part back then. Also I made up all that stuff about screaming and wailing.’
    ‘So what really happened last night?’
    ‘You tell me.’
    Reacher shrugged.
    ‘I have no idea,’ he said. ‘But I don’t think either King or McQueen was carrying the knife. Too big for a suit pocket. There was nothing in their hands. I suppose one of them could have had it strapped to his forearm, but that seems unlikely. I think the other guy had it. And I think he was always planning to use it. He was unzipping his coat as he walked into the bunker.’
    ‘You spoke to the eyewitness.’
    ‘I’m sure he’ll deny it. He’s following the rules. For the free beer.’
    Delfuenso said, ‘These things are always co-productions. King and McQueen went on behalf of Wadiah to meet with some other guy appearing on behalf of some other group. Funding, probably, or some other kind of cooperation. Or logistics. Or supply. It was supposed to be a love-in. The plan was King and McQueen should get a ride there, and then the new guy would take them onward to his HQ. Like a ritual dance. But it went to rat shit immediately. The new guy started shouting something at them and then he pulled out a knife and tried to kill them. McQueen disarmed him.’
    ‘And broke his arm in the process.’
    ‘Did he?’
    Sorenson said, ‘The medical examiner told us. At lunchtime today.’
    Reacher said, ‘And then what?’
    Delfuenso said, ‘And then McQueen killed the guy. In self defence. Almost a reflex.’
    ‘Bullshit,’ Reacher said. ‘He killed him to shut him up. The guy was shouting. Who knew what he was going to say next? Too big a risk to take. Could be the guy is based in San Diego and he’s seen McQueen going in and out of the FBI building there. And McQueen wouldn’t want King to hear that.’
    ‘It was a justifiable homicide.’
    ‘Did he do it well?’
    ‘Is that your benchmark for justifiable?’
    ‘Style points can help. If the decision is close.’
    ‘I don’t know how well he did it.’
    ‘I do,’ Sorenson said. ‘I saw the body. And he did it pretty well. Lateral slash on the forehead to blind the guy, and the knife up under the ribs, like one, two.’
    ‘Happy now?’ Delfuenso asked.
    ‘That’s a little old-school,’ Reacher said. ‘Don’t you think? The forehead thing used to be considered cool. Flamboyant, even.