Echo Burning

shrugged. “To confuse the issue? Distance herself?”
    “Is she that smart?”
    “I think she is.”
    “So prove it. Show us she hired somebody.”
    “I can’t do that.”
    “Yes, you can. You’ve got her bank records. Show us the payment.”
    “The payment?”
    “You think these people work for free?”
    Walker made a face. Took keys from his pocket and unlocked a drawer in his desk. Lifted out the pile of financial information. Greer Non-Discretionary Trust, numbers 1 through 5. Reacher held his breath. Walker went through them, page by page. Then he squared them together again and reversed them on the desk. His face was blank.
    Alice leaned forward and picked them up. Leafed through, scanning the fourth column from the left, which was the debit column. There were plenty of debits. But they were all small and random. Nothing bigger than two hundred and ninety-seven dollars. Several below a hundred.
    “Add up the last month,” Reacher said.
    She scanned back.
    “Nine hundred, round figures,” she said.
    Reacher nodded. “Even if she hoarded it, nine hundred bucks doesn’t buy you much. Certainly doesn’t buy you somebody who can operate the way we’ve seen.”
    Walker said nothing.
    “We need to go talk to her,” Reacher said.
    “We can’t,” Walker said. “She’s on the road, headed for the penitentiary.”
    “She didn’t do it,” Reacher said. “She didn’t do anything. She’s completely innocent.”
    “So why did she confess?”
    Reacher closed his eyes. Sat still for a moment.
    “She was forced to,” he said. “Somebody got to her.”
    “Who?”
    Reacher opened his eyes.
    “I don’t know who,” he said. “But we can find out. Get the bailiff’s log from downstairs. See who came to visit her.”
    Walker’s face was still blank and sweaty. But he picked up the phone and dialed an internal number. Asked for thevisitor’s log to be brought up immediately. Then they waited in silence. Three minutes later they heard the sound of heavy footsteps in the secretarial pen and the bailiff came in through the office door. It was the day guy. He was breathing hard after running up the stairs. He was carrying a thick book in his hand.
    Walker took it from him and opened it up. Scanned through it quickly and reversed it on the desk. Used his finger to point. Carmen Greer was logged in during the early hours of Monday morning. She was logged out two hours ago, into the custody of the Texas Department of Correction. In between she had received one visitor, twice. Nine o’clock on Monday morning and again on Tuesday at noon, the same assistant DA had gone down to see her.
    “Preliminary interview, and then the confession,” Walker said.
    There were no other entries at all.
    “Is this right?” Reacher asked.
    The bailiff nodded.
    “Guaranteed,” he said.
    Reacher looked at the log again. The first ADA interview had lasted two minutes. Clearly Carmen had refused to say a word. The second interview had lasted twelve minutes. After that she had been escorted upstairs for the videotape.
    “Nobody else?” he asked.
    “There were phone calls,” the bailiff said.
    “When?”
    “All day Monday, and Tuesday morning.”
    “Who was calling her?”
    “Her lawyer.”
    “Her lawyer?” Alice said.
    The guy nodded.
    “It was a big pain in the ass,” he said. “I had to keep bringing her in and out to the phone.”
    “Who was the lawyer?” Alice asked.
    “We’re not allowed to ask, ma’am. It’s a confidentiality thing. Lawyer discussions are secret.”
    “Man or woman?”
    “It was a man.”
    “Hispanic?”
    “I don’t think so. He sounded like a regular guy. His voice was a little muffled. I think it was a bad phone line.”
    “Same guy every time?”
    “I think so.”
    There was silence in the office. Walker nodded vaguely and the bailiff took it for a dismissal. They heard him walk out through the secretarial pen. They heard the lobby door close behind him.
    “She didn’t tell us she was represented,” Walker said. “She told us she didn’t want representation.”
    “She told me the same thing,” Alice said.
    “We need to know who this person was,” Reacher said. “We need to get the phone company to trace the calls.”
    Walker shook his head. “Can’t do it. Legal discussions are privileged.”
    Reacher stared at him. “You really think it was a lawyer?”
    “Don’t you?”
    “Of course not. It was some guy, threatening her, forcing her to lie. Think