Never Go Back

it?’
    ‘You owe me six hundred bucks.’
    ‘Not technically. It’s a tip, which means it’s a gift outside of the main contract. There’s no element of owing.’
    ‘Are you trying to get out of it now?’
    ‘No, I’m just naturally pedantic.’
    ‘Whichever, I still need six hundred bucks.’
    Which Ronald Baldacci paid, from the plank of twenties in his wallet. Reacher passed it to Turner, who passed it out the window to Emily, who glanced around and said, ‘This looks like a drug deal.’
    ‘What’s the location?’ Reacher asked.
    She gave a street address, complete with a house number.
    Reacher said, ‘What is that? A vacant lot? A business with its own parking?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘What was the mood in the office?’
    ‘Very busy. I don’t think Ms Dayton is high on their list of priorities.’
    ‘OK, thank you, Emily,’ Reacher said. ‘It was nice to meet you. Have a great day.’
    ‘That’s it?’
    ‘What else is there?’
    ‘Aren’t you going to ask what a nice girl like me is doing in a job like this? Aren’t you going to give me advice for the future?’
    ‘No,’ Reacher said. ‘No one should listen to my advice. And you seem to be doing fine anyway. A thousand bucks an hour ain’t bad. I know people who get screwed for twenty.’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘People who wear uniforms, mostly.’
    Turner’s map showed the new location to be south of the Ventura Freeway, in a neighbourhood without a name. Not really Universal City, not really West Toluca Lake, definitely not Griffith Park, and too far south to be North Hollywood. But Reacher figured it was the right kind of place. It would have a high turnover of people, all coming and going and incurious, and it would have ventures and operations starting up and shutting down. Therefore it would have empty buildings, and it would have staff-only lots in front of failed businesses. Best way to get there was south on Vineland again, past the law office, across the Ventura Freeway, and then the neighbourhood lay waiting on the right.
    Turner said, ‘We have to assume the MPs and the FBI have this same information.’
    ‘I’m sure they do,’ Reacher said. ‘So we’ll do it the same way we did the law office.’
    ‘One pass.’
    ‘Which might be the second pass for some of them, because I’m sure they’re rotating back and forth. Between there and the law office, I mean. They can’t let either scene get too static.’
    ‘What if it’s a little alley, or a one-way street?’
    ‘Then we’ll abort. We’ll find some other way.’
    ‘And best case, all we do is eyeball it. No meet and greet. We need a whole lot of long-range surveillance before we even think about that.’
    ‘Understood.’
    ‘Even if the cutest fourteen-year-old in the world runs out waving a home-made banner that says Welcome Home Daddy . Because it might be the wrong fourteen-year-old, with a different daddy.’
    ‘Understood,’ Reacher said again.
    ‘Say it.’
    ‘No meet and greet,’ Reacher said.
    ‘So let’s go.’
    They didn’t use Vineland Avenue. They figured rolling past the law office again would turn one pass into two, for some of the watchers, for no productive reason at all, and then the two could become three, if the rotation was timed just wrong. And three times was not a charm. Most people picked up on things the third time around. That was Reacher’s experience. Even if they didn’t know they were noticing. A stumble on a word while talking to a friend? You just saw the same guy for the third time, in the corner of your eye. Or the same car, or the same flower truck, or the same coat or dog or shoes or walk.
    So they looped clockwise, east first, and then south, and they crossed the freeway a little to the right of a straight line. Then they pulled over. The target neighbourhood was ahead on the right. It was a low-rise warren with concrete kerbs and dry grass shoulders, with tarred poles carrying dozens of wires, some of them as thick as Reacher’s wrist, and behind them were small buildings, some of them bungalows, some of them garden apartments, some of them stores or bodegas. There was one nail salon and one pick-up truck clearly visible. There were basketball hoops and ice hockey goals and satellite dishes as big as hot tubs, and parked cars everywhere.
    ‘Not good,’ Turner said.
    Reacher nodded, because it wasn’t. It was tight-packed and close-quarters, and rolling through would mean stopping and starting and