Echo Burning

this,” he said. “Very tasteful.”
    “Go in?” Alice asked.
    “You bet.”
    There was a little entrance road through twenty yards of garden. The plantings were sad and scorched by the heat, but they were an attempt at something.
    “I like this,” he said again.
    It was the same shape as the last place. An office first, with a U-shaped parking lot snaking around two back-to-back rows of cabins set at ninety degrees to the road. Alice drove the complete circle. Ten cabins to a row, twenty in total, twelve cars parked neatly next to twelve random doors. Two Chevrolets, three Hondas, two Toyotas, two Buicks, an old Saab, an old Audi, and a five-year-old Ford Explorer.
    “Two-thirds minus two,” Reacher said.
    “Is this the place?” Alice asked.
    He said nothing. She stopped next to the office.
    “Well?”
    He said nothing. Just opened the door and slid out. The heat was coming back. It was full of the smell of soaked earth. He could hear drains running and gutters dripping. The office was dark and full of shadows. The door was locked. There was a neat brass button for the night bell. He leaned his thumb on it and peered in through the window.
    There was no soda machine. Just a neat counter and a large rack full of flyers. He couldn’t make out what they referred to. Too dark. He kept his thumb on the bell. A light came on in a doorway in back of the office and a man stepped out. He was running his hand through his hair. Reacher took the Echo County deputy’s star out of his pocket and clicked it flat against the glass. The man turned the office light on and walked to the door and undid the lock. Reacher stepped inside and walked past him. The flyers in the rack covered all the tourist attractions within a hundred miles. Old Fort Stockton featured prominently. There was something about a meteor crater at Odessa. All worthy stuff. Nothing about rodeos or gun shows or real estate. He waved to Alice. Gestured her in after him.
    “This is the place,” he said.
    “Is it?”
    He nodded. “Looks right to me.”
    “You cops?” the office guy asked, looking out at the car.
    “I need to see your register,” Reacher said. “For tonight’s guests.”

    It was impossible. Totally impossible. She wasn’t outside, she wasn’t inside. He ran his eyes over the room again. The beds, the furniture, the closet. Nothing doing. She wasn’t in the bathroom, because he had been in the bathroom.
    Unless . . .
    Unless she had been under the bed or in the closet and then had ducked into the bathroom while he was outside. He stepped over and opened the bathroom door. Smiled at himself in the mirror. The mist had cleared off it. He pulled back the shower curtain in one dramatic sweeping move.
    “There you are,” he said.
    She was pressed up into the corner of the tub, standing straight, wearing a T-shirt and shorts and shoes. The back of her right hand was jammed in her mouth. Her eyes were wide open. They were dark and huge.
    “I changed my mind,” he said. “I was going to take you with me.”
    She said nothing. Just watched him. He reached out to her. She shrank back. Took the hand away from her mouth.
    “It’s not been four hours,” she said.
    “Yes, it has,” he said. “Way more than four.”
    She put her knuckles back in her mouth. He reached out again. She shrank away. What had her mommy told her to do? If you’re worried about something, just scream and scream . She took a deep breath and tried. But no sound would come out. Her throat was too dry.

    “The register,” Reacher said again.
    The office guy hesitated like there were procedures involved. Reacher checked his watch and pulled the Heckler & Koch from his pocket, all in one simple movement.
    “Right now,” he said. “We don’t have time to mess around.”
    The guy’s eyes went wide and he ducked around the counter and reversed a big leather ledger. Pushed it toward the near edge. Reacher and Alice crowded together to look at it.
    “What names?” she asked.
    “No idea,” he said. “Just look at the cars.”
    There were five columns to a page. Date, name, home address, vehicle make, date of departure. There were twenty lines, for twenty cabins. Sixteen were occupied. Seven of them had arrows originating on the previous page, indicating guests who were staying a second or subsequent night. Nine cabins held new arrivals. Eleven cabins had a vehicle make entered directly against them. Four cabins were marked in two pairs of two, each