Never Go Back

like a clerk or an administrator. He was unarmed, like most prison staff, and he had keys on his belt. He was in a small square lobby, with locked quarantine doors to the left and the right.
    Reacher was led through the door on the left and onward to an interview room. Which had no windows. Just four blank walls, and a table bolted to the floor, with two chairs on one side and one on the other. The room had not been designed by the dining-room guy. That was clear. There was no blond wood or carpet. Just scuffed white paint on cinder block, and a cracked concrete floor, and a fluorescent bulb in a wire cage on the ceiling.
    A Dyer guy Reacher hadn’t seen before came in with a clear plastic zip bag and took away all the stuff from his pockets. Reacher sat down on the solo side of the table. He figured that was his designated position. Espin sat down opposite him. Everyone else left. Espin said nothing. No questions, no pleasantries, no bullshit to pass the time.
    Reacher said, ‘Who wants to talk to me?’
    Espin said, ‘He’s on his way.’
    ‘He?’
    ‘Some Polish name.’
    ‘Who is he?’
    ‘You’ll see.’
    Which Reacher did, about twenty minutes later. The door opened, and a man in a suit came in. The man was on the early side of middle age, with short dark hair showing some grey, and a pale, pouchy face showing some fatigue, and a hard compact body showing some time in the gym. The suit was black, not cheap, but worn and shiny in places, and it had a badge holder flipped open and hooked in the top breast pocket. The badge was Metro PD. Which was D.C.’s local police department.
    A civilian.
    The guy sat down next to Espin and said, ‘I’m Detective Podolski.’
    ‘Good to know,’ Reacher said.
    ‘I need some answers.’
    ‘To what kind of questions?’
    ‘I think you know.’
    ‘I don’t.’
    ‘Questions about a felony assault.’
    ‘How old this time? Twenty years? A hundred? Something that happened during the Civil War?’
    ‘Tell me about your morning.’
    ‘What morning?’
    ‘This morning. Today.’
    ‘I got up, and then I spoke to a lawyer, and then I spoke to another lawyer, and then I spoke to another lawyer. This morning was wall-to-wall lawyers, basically.’
    ‘Their names?’
    ‘Sullivan, Edmonds and Moorcroft.’
    ‘And Moorcroft would be Colonel Moorcroft, of your JAG school in Charlottesville, but temporarily working out of this base?’
    ‘Not my JAG school,’ Reacher said. ‘But yes, that’s the guy.’
    ‘And where did you speak with him?’
    ‘Right here, on this base. In the OC dining room.’
    ‘And when did you speak with him?’
    ‘This morning. Like I said.’
    ‘What time specifically?’
    ‘Does a private conversation between two army officers on an army base fall into your jurisdiction, detective?’
    ‘This one does,’ Podolski said. ‘Believe me. When did you speak with him?’
    ‘His breakfast time,’ Reacher said. ‘Which was later than mine. I would say the conversation began at twenty-three minutes past nine.’
    ‘That’s certainly specific.’
    ‘You asked me to be specific.’
    Podolski said, ‘What was the conversation with Colonel Moorcroft about?’
    ‘A legal matter,’ Reacher said.
    ‘Privileged?’
    ‘No, it was about a third party.’
    ‘And the third party would be Major Susan Turner, of the 110th MP, currently under investigation by the army on corruption charges?’
    ‘Correct.’
    ‘And Major Sullivan witnessed this conversation, is that right?’
    ‘Yes, she was there.’
    ‘She says you wanted Colonel Moorcroft to do something, is that correct?’
    ‘Yes, it is.’
    ‘You wanted him to appeal Major Turner’s pre-trial confinement?’
    ‘Yes, I did.’
    ‘But he wouldn’t? Is that correct? And in fact he told you to butt out?’
    ‘At one point, yes.’
    ‘You argued, in fact. In a heated manner.’
    ‘We didn’t argue. We discussed a technical matter. It wasn’t heated.’
    ‘But the bottom line is you wanted Colonel Moorcroft to do something for you, and he refused to do it. Is that a fair summary?’
    Reacher said, ‘What exactly is this about?’
    Podolski said, ‘It’s about Colonel Moorcroft getting beaten half to death, late this morning, in southeast D.C. On my streets.’

FIFTEEN
    PODOLSKI TOOK OUT a notebook and a pen, and he laid them neatly on the table, and he said, ‘You should have a lawyer here.’
    Reacher said, ‘I wasn’t in southeast D.C. today. Or any other part. I