Never Go Back

why anything would have changed. The enlisted night watch would be in for the duration, and a night duty officer would be in place, and the other officers would go off duty as soon as their work was done, whenever that might be. Normally. But not on that particular night. Not during a mess or a crisis, and definitely not with a troubleshooter in the house. No one would leave before Morgan. Basic army politics.
    Morgan left an hour later. Reacher saw him quite clearly. A plain sedan came out through the gate and turned on to the three-lane and drove straight past where Reacher was parked. In the darkness Reacher saw a flash of Morgan at the wheel, in his ACU pyjamas and his eyeglasses, his hair still neatly combed, looking straight ahead, both hands on the wheel, like someone’s greataunt on the way to the store. Reacher watched in the mirror and saw his tail lights disappear over the hill.
    He waited.
    And sure enough, within the next quarter-hour there was a regular exodus. Five more cars came out, two of them turning left, three of them turning right, four of them driven solo, one of them with three people aboard. All the cars were dewed over with night mist, and all of them were trailing cold white exhaust. They disappeared into the distance, left and right, and their exhaust drifted away, and the world went quiet again.
    Reacher waited ten more minutes, just in case. But nothing more happened. Fifty yards away the old building looked settled and silent. The night watch, in a world of its own. Reacher put his car in gear and rolled slowly down the hill and turned in at the gate. A new sentry was on duty in the hutch. A young guy, blank and stoic. Reacher stopped and buzzed his window down and the kid said, ‘Sir?’
    Reacher gave his name and said, ‘I’m reporting to my duty station as ordered.’
    ‘Sir?’ the guy said again.
    ‘Am I on your list?’
    The guy checked.
    ‘Yes, sir,’ he said. ‘Major Reacher. But for tomorrow morning.’
    ‘I was ordered to report before 0800 hours.’
    ‘Yes, sir. I see that. But it’s 2300 hours now, sir. In the evening.’
    ‘Which is before 0800 in the morning. As ordered.’
    The guy didn’t speak.
    Reacher said, ‘It’s a simple matter of chronology. I’m keen to get to work, therefore a little early.’
    No answer.
    ‘You could check with Colonel Morgan, if you like. I’m sure he’s back at his billet by now.’
    No answer.
    ‘Or you could check with your duty sergeant.’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ the kid said. ‘I’ll do that instead.’
    He made the call, and listened for a second, and put the phone down and said, ‘Sir, the sergeant requests that you stop by the desk.’
    ‘I’ll be sure to do that, soldier,’ Reacher said. He drove on, and parked next to the little red two-seater, which was still there, exactly where it had been before. He got out and locked up and walked through the cold to the door. The lobby felt quiet and still. A night and day difference, literally. But the same sergeant was at the reception desk. Finishing her work, before going off duty. She was on a high stool, typing on a keyboard. Updating the day’s log, presumably. Record-keeping was a big deal, all over the military. She stopped and looked up.
    Reacher asked her, ‘Are you putting this visit in the official record?’
    She said, ‘What visit? And I told the private at the gate not to, either.’
    Not tongue-tied any more. Not with the interloper Morgan out of the house. She looked young, but infinitely capable, like sergeants the world over. The tape over her right breast said her name was Leach.
    She said, ‘I know who you are.’
    Reacher said, ‘Have we met?’
    ‘No, sir, but you’re a famous name here. You were this unit’s first commander.’
    ‘Do you know why I’m back?’
    ‘Yes, sir. We were told.’
    ‘What was the general reaction?’
    ‘Mixed.’
    ‘What’s your personal reaction?’
    ‘I’m sure there’s a good explanation. And sixteen years is a long time. Which makes it political, probably. Which is usually bullshit. And even if it isn’t, I’m sure the guy deserved it. Or worse.’
    Reacher said nothing.
    Leach said, ‘I thought about warning you, when you first came in. Best thing for you would have been just to run for it. So I really wanted to turn you around and get you out of here. But I was under orders not to. I’m sorry.’
    Reacher asked her, ‘Where is Major Turner?’
    Leach said, ‘Long story.’
    ‘How does it