Jack Reacher 01 - Killing Floor

clear. No doubt about Spivey’s plan at all. The fallback was coherent. An aborted plan with a neat fallback position. But why? I didn’t understand it. Let’s say the strangler had balled up his fingers. They would have got me then. I would have been dead. Dumped on the bathroom floor with my big swollen tongue sticking out. Spivey would have rushed in and found me. Why? What was Spivey’s angle? What did he have against me? I’d never seen him before. Never been anywhere near him or his damn prison. Why the hell should he operate an elaborate plan to get me dead? I couldn’t begin to figure it out.

8
    HUBBLE SLEPT FOR A WHILE ON THE COT ACROSS FROM mine. Then he stirred and woke up. Writhed around. Looked disoriented for a moment, until he remembered where he was. Tried to check the time on his watch but saw only a band of pale skin where the heavy Rolex had been. Pushed against the bridge of his nose and remembered he’d lost his eyeglasses. Sighed and flopped his head back onto the striped prison pillow. One very miserable guy.
    I could understand his fear. But he also looked defeated. Like he’d just rolled the dice and lost. Like he’d been counting on something to happen, and it hadn’t happened, so now he was back in despair.
    Then I began to understand that, too.
    “The dead guy was trying to help you, wasn’t he?” I said.
    The question scared him.
    “I can’t tell you that, can I?” he answered.
    “I need to know,” I said. “Maybe you approached the guy for help. Maybe you talked to him. Maybe that’s why he got killed. Maybe it looks like now you’ll start talking to me. Which could get me killed, too.”
    Hubble nodded and rocked back and forth on his bed. Took a deep breath. Looked straight at me.
    “He was an investigator,” he said. “I brought him down here because I want this whole thing stopped. I don’t want to be involved anymore. I’m not a criminal. I’m scared to death and I want out. He was going to get me out and take down the scam. But he slipped up somehow and now he’s dead and I’m never going to get out. And if they find out it was me brought him down here, they’ll kill me. And if they don’t kill me, I’ll probably go to jail for a thousand years anyway, because right now the whole damn thing is very exposed and very dangerous.”
    “Who was the guy?” I asked him.
    “He didn’t have a name,” Hubble said. “Just a contact code. He said it was safer that way. I can’t believe they got him. He seemed like a capable guy to me. Tell the truth, you remind me of him. You seem like a capable guy to me, too.”
    “What was he doing up there at the warehouse?” I asked him.
    He shrugged and shook his head.
    “I don’t understand that situation,” he said. “I put him together with another guy, and he was meeting with him up there, but wouldn’t they have shot the other guy as well? I don’t understand why they only got one of them.”
    “Who was the other guy he was meeting with?” I said.
    He stopped and shook his head.
    “I’ve told you way too much already,” he said. “I must be crazy. They’ll kill me.”
    “Who’s on the inside of this thing?” I asked him.
    “Don’t you listen?” he said. “I’m not saying another word.”
    “I don’t want names,” I said. “Is it a big deal?”
    “It’s huge,” he said. “Biggest thing you ever heard of.”
    “How many people?” I said.
    He shrugged and thought about it. Counted up in his head.
    “Ten people,” he said. “Not counting me.”
    I looked at him and shrugged.
    “Ten people doesn’t sound like a big deal,” I said.
    “Well, there’s hired help,” he said. “They’re around when they’re needed. I mean a core of ten people around here. Ten people in the know, not counting me. It’s a very tight situation, but believe me, it’s a big deal.”
    “What about the guy you sent to meet with the investigator?” I said. “Is he one of the ten people?”
    Hubble shook his head.
    “I’m not counting him either,” he said.
    “So there’s you and him and ten others?” I said. “Some kind of a big deal?”
    He nodded glumly.
    “Biggest thing you ever heard of,” he said again.
    “And right now it’s very exposed?” I asked him. “Why? Because of this investigator poking about?”
    Hubble shook his head again. He was writhing around like my questions were tearing him up.
    “No,” he said. “For another reason altogether. It’s like a window of