Jack Reacher 01 - Killing Floor

“Meanwhile, you’re going to have to watch over this guy for a spell. Give it until Sunday.”
    “Why?” he said. “What’s going on?”
    “Not sure, exactly,” I said. “I’m hoping the old guy can tell me.”
    The guard walked us back to Kelstein’s own office and left us there. It was a small and untidy room crammed full to the ceiling with books and thick journals. Kelstein sat in an old armchair and gestured me to sit opposite him in another.
    “What exactly happened to Bartholomew?” he asked.
    “I don’t know exactly,” I said. “Jersey police say he got stabbed during a mugging outside his home.”
    “But you remain skeptical?” Kelstein asked.
    “My brother made a list of contacts,” I said. “You’re the only one of them still alive.”
    “Your brother was Mr. Joe Reacher?” he said.
    I nodded.
    “He was murdered last Thursday,” I said. “I’m trying to find out why.”
    Kelstein inclined his head and peered out of a grimy window.
    “I’m sure you know why,” he said. “He was an investigator. Clearly he was killed in the course of an investigation. What you need to know is what he was investigating.”
    “Can you tell me what that was?” I said.
    The old professor shook his head.
    “Only in the most general terms,” he said. “I can’t help you with specifics.”
    “Didn’t he discuss specifics with you?” I said.
    “He used me as a sounding board,” he said. “We were speculating together. I enjoyed it tremendously. Your brother Joe was a stimulating companion. He had a keen mind and a very attractive precision in the manner in which he expressed himself. It was a pleasure to work with him.”
    “But you didn’t discuss specifics?” I said again.
    Kelstein cupped his hands like a man holding an empty vessel.
    “We discussed everything,” he said. “But we came to no conclusions.”
    “OK,” I said. “Can we start at the beginning? The discussion was about counterfeit currency, right?”
    Kelstein tilted his great head to one side. Looked amused.
    “Obviously,” he said. “What else would Mr. Joe Reacher and I find to discuss?”
    “Why you?” I asked him bluntly.
    The old professor smiled a modest smile which faded into a frown. Then he came up with an ironic grin.
    “Because I am the biggest counterfeiter in history,” he said. “I was going to say I was one of the two biggest in history, but after the events of last night at Princeton, sadly now I alone remain.”
    “You and Bartholomew?” I said. “You were counterfeiters?”
    The old guy smiled again.
    “Not by choice,” he said. “During the Second World War, young men like Walter and me ended up with strange occupations. He and I were considered more useful in an intelligence role than in combat. We were drafted into the SIS, which as you know was the very earliest incarnation of the CIA. Other people were responsible for attacking the enemy with guns and bombs. We were handed the job of attacking the enemy with economics. We derived a scheme for shattering the Nazi economy with an assault on the value of its paper currency. Our project manufactured hundreds of billions of counterfeit reichsmarks. Spare bombers littered Germany with them. They came down out of the sky like confetti.”
    “Did it work?” I asked him.
    “Yes and no,” he said. “Certainly, their economy was shattered. Their currency was worthless very quickly. But of course, much of their production used slave labor. Slaves aren’t interested one way or the other whether the content of somebody else’s wage packet is worth anything. And of course, alternative currencies were found. Chocolate, cigarettes, anything. Altogether, it was only a partial success. But it left Walter and me two of history’s greatest forgers. That is, if you use sheer volume as a measure. I can’t claim any great talent for the inky end of the process.”
    “So Joe was picking your brains?” I asked him.
    “Walter and I became obsessed,” Kelstein said. “We studied the history of money forging. It started the day after paper money was first introduced. It’s never gone away. We became experts. We carried on the interest after the war. We developed a loose relationship with the government. Finally, some years ago, a Senate subcommittee commissioned a report from us. With all due modesty, I can claim that it became the Treasury’s anticounterfeiting bible. Your brother was familiar with it, of course. That’s why he was