Never Go Back: (Jack Reacher 18)

class action. Maybe they started some aggressive new policy against ambulance chasers. Which might account for the guy getting his butt kicked so bad. What kind of paperwork would we have seen?’
    ‘If it really was litigated? A lot of paperwork. You don’t want to know.’
    ‘So if I searched Reacher, defence against complaint , what would I find?’
    ‘Eventually you’d find everything they tagged as defence material, I suppose. Hundreds of pages, probably, in a big case.’
    ‘Is it like shopping on a web site? Does it link from one thing to another?’
    ‘No, I told you. It’s a clunky old thing. It was designed by people over thirty. This is the army, don’t forget.’
    ‘OK, so if I was worried about a guy called Reacher, and I wanted to scare him away, and I was in a big hurry, I could search the archive for Reacher, complaint against , and I could find the Big Dog’s affidavit, and I could put it back in circulation, while being completely unaware it was only a small part of a much bigger file. Because of the way the search function works. Is that correct?’
    ‘Hypothetically.’
    ‘Which is your job, starting right now. You have to test that hypothesis. See if you can find any trace of a bigger file. Search under all the tags you can think of.’

    They got in the car and drove east on the freeway, back to Vineland Avenue, and then south, past the girl’s neighbourhood, to the coach diner. She was gone, inevitably, and so was the blonde waitress, and so were all the other dinner-time customers. Rush hour was definitely over. Late evening had started. There were three men in separate booths, drinking coffee, and there was a woman eating pie. The brunette waitress was talking to the counter man. Reacher and Turner stood at the door, and the waitress broke away and greeted them, and Reacher said, ‘I’m sorry, but I had to run before. There was an emergency. I didn’t pay for my cup of coffee.’
    The waitress said, ‘It was taken care of.’
    ‘Who by? Not the kid, I hope. That wouldn’t be right.’
    ‘It was taken care of,’ the woman said again.
    ‘It’s all good,’ the counter man said. Arthur. He was wiping his counter.
    ‘How much is a cup of coffee?’ Reacher asked him.
    ‘Two bucks and a penny,’ the guy said. ‘With tax.’
    ‘Good to know,’ Reacher said. He dug out two bills and a lone cent, and he put them on the counter, and he said, ‘To return the favour, to whoever it was. Very much appreciated. What goes around comes around.’
    ‘OK,’ the guy said. He left the money where it was.
    ‘She told me she came in often.’
    ‘Who did?’
    ‘Samantha. The kid.’
    The guy nodded. ‘She’s pretty much a regular.’
    ‘Tell her I was sorry I had to run. I don’t want her to think I was rude.’
    ‘She’s a kid. What do you care?’
    ‘She thinks I work for the government. I don’t want to give her a negative impression. She’s a bright girl. Public service is something she could think about.’
    ‘Who do you work for really?’
    ‘The government,’ Reacher said. ‘But not the part she guessed.’
    ‘I’ll pass on the message.’
    ‘How long have you known her?’
    ‘Longer than I’ve known you. So if there’s a choice between her privacy and your questions, I guess I’m going to go with her privacy.’
    ‘I understand,’ Reacher said. ‘I would expect nothing less. But would you tell her one more thing for me?’
    ‘Which would be what?’
    ‘Tell her to remember what I said about the hexagons.’
    ‘The hexagons?’
    ‘The little hexagons,’ Reacher said. ‘Tell her it’s important.’

    They got back in the car and they started it up, but they didn’t go anywhere. They sat in the diner’s lot, their faces lit up pink and blue by the Art Deco neon, and Turner said, ‘Do you think she’s safe?’
    Reacher said, ‘She’s got the 75th MP and the FBI staring at her bedroom window all night long, both of them specifically on the alert for an intruder, which they expect to be me, except it won’t be, because I’m not going there, and neither is Shrago, in my opinion, because he knows what I know. Neither one of us could get in that house tonight. So, yes, I think she’s safe. Almost by accident.’
    ‘Then we should go find ourselves a place to stay. Got a preference?’
    ‘You’re the CO.’
    ‘I’d like to go to the Four Seasons. But we should keep radio silence on the credit cards, as far as our overnight location is