Nothing to Lose

to Hope, and wait for his call. Then I should join him in Canada.”
    “Did he call from Despair?”
    “No.”
    “Why did you go to the MPs?”
    “To ask if they had found him and arrested him. I was worried. But they said they had never heard of him. They were army, he was Marine Corps.”
    “And so you came back here to wait some more.”
    Maria nodded.
    Reacher said, “It wasn’t exactly like that. He was arrested in LA. The Marines caught up with him. He didn’t lose his phone. He was in jail for two or three days.”
    “He didn’t tell me that.”
    “He wasn’t allowed to.”
    “Did he break out again?”
    Reacher shook his head. “My guess is he made a deal. The Marine Corps offered him a choice. Five years in Leavenworth, or go undercover to bust the escape line that ran from California all the way to Canada. Names, addresses, descriptions, techniques, routes, all that kind of stuff. He agreed, and they drove him back to LA and turned him loose. That’s why the MPs didn’t respond. They found out what was going on and were told to stonewall you.”
    “So where is Raphael now? Why doesn’t he call?”
    Reacher said, “My father was a Marine. Marines have a code. Did Raphael tell you about it?”
    Maria said, “Unit, corps, God, country.”
    Reacher nodded. “It’s a list of their loyalties, in priority order. Raphael’s primary loyalty was to his unit. His company, in fact. Really just a handful of guys. Guys like him.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “I think he agreed to the deal but couldn’t carry it through. He couldn’t betray guys just like him. I think he rode up to Despair but didn’t call in to the Marines. I think he hung around on the edge of town and stayed out of sight, because he was conflicted. He didn’t want to know who was involved, because he was afraid he might have to give them away later. He hung out for days, agonizing. He got thirsty and hungry. He started hallucinating and decided to walk over to Hope, and find you, and get out some other way.”
    “So where is he?”
    “He didn’t make it, Maria. He collapsed halfway. He died.”
    “But where is his body?”
    “The people in Despair took care of it.”
    “I see.”
    Then for the second time in an hour Reacher watched a woman cry. Vaughan held her and Reacher said, “He was a good man, Maria. He was just a kid who couldn’t take any more. And in the end he didn’t betray what he believed in.” He said those things over and over again, in different orders, and with different emphases, but they didn’t help.

    Maria was all cried out after twenty minutes and Vaughan led her back inside. Then she joined Reacher again and they walked away together. She asked, “How did you know?”
    Reacher said, “No other rational explanation.”
    “Did he really do what you said? Agonized and then sacrificed himself?”
    “Marines are good at self-sacrifice. On the other hand maybe he double-crossed the Corps from the get-go. Maybe he planned all along to head straight to Hope and grab Maria and disappear.”
    “It doesn’t take four days to walk from Despair to Hope.”
    “No,” Reacher said. “It doesn’t.”
    “So he probably did the right thing.”
    “I hope that was Maria’s impression.”
    “Do you think he told them about the people in California?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “This will carry on if he didn’t.”
    “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
    “It could get out of hand.”
    “You could make a couple of calls. They’re in the hotel register in Despair, name and address. You could check and see who they are, and whether they’re still around, or whether they’ve disappeared into federal custody.”
    “I’m sorry about what I said before.”
    “Don’t worry about it.”
    They walked on, and then Reacher said, “And you weren’t wrong, when you did what you did the night before last. Otherwise whoever killed David killed you too. You want to give them that? Because I don’t. I want you to have a life.”
    “That sounds like the beginnings of a farewell speech.”
    “Does it?”
    “Why stay? The Pentagon is washing its dirty linen in private, which isn’t a crime. And we seem to have decided this other thing isn’t a crime either.”
    “There’s one more thing on my mind,” Reacher said.

67
    Reacher and Vaughan walked back to the diner, where Reacher ate for the first time since the burger he had scored in the Fort Shaw mess the night before. He topped up his