Never Go Back: (Jack Reacher 18)

disabling the car, because they’d only rent another, on one of our own credit cards.’
    ‘Can’t he get to the girl?’
    ‘Not before she leaves the house again. It’s buttoned up tight.’
    Romeo said, ‘There’s activity in the legal archive. A lone user, with JAG access, searching for something. Which is unusual, at this time of night.’
    ‘Captain Edmonds?’
    ‘No, she’s in the HRC system. She just took a good look at Rickard and Shrago, about an hour ago. They’re closing in.’
    ‘On Shrago, perhaps. But not on us. There’s no direct link.’
    ‘The link is through Zadran. It’s like a neon sign. So tell Shrago to get out of Burbank. Tell him to wait on the girl. Tell him we’re counting on him, and tell him this mess has to be cleaned up first thing in the morning, whatever it takes.’

    Edmonds’ second call came at five in the morning local time, which was eight in the East. Reacher and Turner did the fore-head-to-forehead thing again, and Edmonds said, ‘OK, here’s an update. Treadmill time is over, and office hours are yet to begin, so all I have is rumour and gossip, but in D.C. that’s usually more accurate than anything else.’
    Reacher said, ‘And?’
    ‘I spoke to eight people either in or associated with the office of the Secretary.’
    ‘And?’
    ‘Rodriguez or Juan Rodriguez or Dog or Big Dog is ringing no bells. No one recognizes the name, no one is aware of an active case, no one has passed a message to Major Sullivan, and no one is aware of a senior officer doing so either.’
    ‘Interesting.’
    ‘But not definitive. Eight people is a small sample, and the feeling is a sixteen-year-old embarrassment wouldn’t be given much bandwidth. We’ll know more in an hour, when everyone is back in the office.’
    ‘Thank you, captain.’
    ‘Sleeping well?’
    ‘We’re in a motel that rents by the hour. We’re getting our money’s worth. Was Ezra Shrago offered counselling after the thing with his ears in Afghanistan?’
    ‘Psychiatric notes are eyes-only.’
    ‘But I’m sure you read them anyway.’
    ‘He was offered counselling, and he accepted, which was considered unusual. Most people seem to do it the army way, which is to bottle it up until they collapse with a nervous breakdown. But Shrago was a willing patient.’
    ‘And?’
    ‘As of three years after the incident he still retained strong feelings of anger, resentment, humiliation and hatred. The home deployment was pre-emptive, just as much as therapeutic. The feeling was he couldn’t be trusted among the native population. He was an atrocity waiting to happen. The notes say he hates the Taliban with a passion.’
    Afterwards Turner said, ‘Now I really don’t like it. Why would he sell weapons to people he hates?’
    ‘He’s a cog,’ Reacher said again. ‘He lives in North Carolina. He hasn’t seen a raghead in five years. He gets paid a lot of money.’
    ‘But he’s participating.’
    ‘He’s disassociating. Out of sight, out of mind.’
    Reacher left the phone where it was, between their pillows, and they went back to sleep.

    But not for long. Edmonds called for a third time forty minutes later, at a quarter to six in the morning, local time. She said, ‘Just for fun I went back through the Fort Bragg deployments, because I wanted to see how long they had all served together as a quartet. Shrago was in at the beginning, as I said, and then came Rickard, and then Lozano, and then Baldacci was the last in, which was four years ago, and they’ve been together ever since. Which makes them the oldest team in the unit, by a big margin. They’ve had plenty of time to get to know each other.’
    ‘OK,’ Reacher said.
    ‘But that’s not the real point. The real point is, four years ago that unit had a temporary commander. The previous guy fell down dead with a heart attack. It was the temporary commander who put Shrago’s team together. And guess who he was?’
    ‘Morgan,’ Reacher said.
    ‘You got it in one. He was a major then. He got his promotion soon after that, for no very obvious reason. His file is pretty thin. You could read it as a cure for insomnia.’
    ‘I’ll bear that in mind. But right now I sleep fine, apart from getting woken up by the phone.’
    ‘Likewise,’ Edmonds said.
    Reacher asked, ‘Who sent Morgan to Bragg four years ago? Who tells a guy like that where to go?’
    ‘I’m working on that now.’
    Reacher left the phone where it was, and they went