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Nothing to Lose

Nothing to Lose

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Autoren: Lee Child
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They’ll have set just one place, and it would embarrass them.”
    Reacher nodded. He knew how to find food on post. Probably better food than Thurman would be eating in the O Club.
    “I’ll be OK,” he said. “And thanks for asking.”
    Thurman climbed out and disappeared through the O Club door. The grunts in the front of the Humvee craned around, unsure about what to do next. They were both privates first class, probably stationed permanently in the States. Maybe they had a little Germany time under their belts, but nothing else of significance. No Korea time. No desert time, certainly. They didn’t have the look. Reacher said, “Remember wearing diapers, when you were two years old?”
    The driver said, “Sir, not specifically, sir.”
    “Back then I was a major in the MPs. So I’m going to take a stroll now, and you don’t need to worry about it. If you want to worry about it, I’ll dig out your CO and we’ll do the brother officer thing, and he’ll OK it and you’ll look stupid. How does that sound?”
    The guy wasn’t totally derelict. Not totally dumb. He asked, “Sir, what unit, and where?”
    Reacher said, “110th MP. HQ was in Rock Creek, Virginia.”
    The guy nodded. “It still is. The 110th is still in business.”
    “I certainly hope so.”
    “Sir, you have a pleasant evening. Chow in the mess until ten, if you’re interested.”
    “Thanks, soldier,” Reacher said. He climbed out and the Humvee drove away and left him. He stood still for a moment in the sharp night air and then set out walking to the standalone building. Its original purpose was unclear to him. No reason to have a physically separated building unless it held infectious patients or explosives, and it didn’t look like either a hospital or an armory. Hospitals were bigger and armories were stronger.
    He went in the front door and found himself in a small square hallway with stairs ahead of him and doors either side. The upstairs windows had been dark. The lit windows had been on the ground floor. If in doubt, turn left was his motto. So he tried the left-hand door and came up empty. An administrative office, lights blazing, nobody in it. He stepped back to the hallway and tried the right-hand door. Found a medic with the rank of captain at a desk, with Thurman’s jar in front of him. The guy was young for a captain, but medics got promoted fast. They were usually two steps ahead of everyone else.
    “Help you?” the guy said.
    “I flew in with Thurman. I was curious about his jar.”
    “Curious how?”
    “Is it what he says it is?”
    “Are you authorized to know?”
    “I used to be. I was an MP. I did some forensic medicine with Nash Newman, who was probably your ultimate boss back when you were a second lieutenant. Unless he had retired already. He’s probably retired now.”
    The guy nodded. “He is retired now. But I heard of him.”
    “So are there human remains in the jar?”
    “Probably. Almost certainly, in fact.”
    “Carbon?”
    “No carbon,” the guy said. “In a hot fire all the carbon is driven off as carbon dioxide. What’s left of a person after cremation are oxides of potassium, sodium, iron, calcium, maybe a little magnesium, all inorganic.”
    “And that’s what’s in the jar?”
    The guy nodded again. “Entirely consistent with burned human flesh and bone.”
    “What do you do with it?”
    “We send it to the Central Identification Laboratory in Hawaii.”
    “And what do they do with it?”
    “Nothing,” the guy said. “There’s no DNA in it. It’s just soot, basically. The whole thing is an embarrassment, really. But Thurman keeps on showing up. He’s a sentimental old guy. We can’t turn him away, obviously. So we stage a sweet little ceremony and accept whatever he brings. Can’t trash it afterward, either. Wouldn’t be respectful. So we move it off our desks onto Hawaii’s. I imagine they stick it in a closet and forget all about it.”
    “I’m sure they do. Does Thurman tell you where it comes from?”
    “Iraq, obviously.”
    “But what kind of vehicles?”
    “Does it matter?”
    “I would say so.”
    “We don’t get those details.”
    Reacher asked, “What was this building originally?”
    “A VD clinic,” the medic said.
    “You got a phone I could use?”
    The guy pointed to a console on his desk.
    “Have at it,” he said.
    Reacher dialed 411 upside down and got the number for David Robert Vaughan, Fifth Street, Hope, Colorado. He said the

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