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Nothing to Lose

Nothing to Lose

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Autoren: Lee Child
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    “OK,” Reacher said. “I apologize for disturbing you.”
    But he didn’t move. He stayed where he was, sitting easy, filling most of a vinyl bench made for two. Up close the girl was prettier than she had looked from a distance. She had a dusting of freckles and a mobile, expressive mouth.
    “Who are you?” she asked.
    “Just a guy,” Reacher said.
    “What kind of a guy?”
    “The judge in Despair called me a vagrant. So I’m that kind of a guy, I guess.”
    “No job?”
    “Not for a long time.”
    She said, “They called me a vagrant, too.”
    Her accent was unspecific. She wasn’t from Boston or New York or Chicago or Minnesota or the Deep South. Maybe somewhere in the Southwest. Arizona, perhaps.
    He said, “In your case I imagine they were inaccurate.”
    “I’m not sure of the definition, exactly.”
    “It comes from the Old French word waucrant, ” Reacher said. “Meaning one who wanders idly from place to place without lawful or visible means of support.”
    “I’m in college,” she said.
    “So you were unfairly accused.”
    “They just wanted me out of there.”
    “Where do you go to school?”
    She paused. Glanced to her right.
    “Miami,” she said.
    Reacher nodded. Wherever she went to school, it wasn’t Miami. Probably wasn’t anywhere in the East. Was probably somewhere on the West Coast. Southern California, possibly. Unskilled liars like her often picked a mirror image, when lying about geography.
    “What’s your major?” he asked.
    She looked straight at him and said, “The history of the twentieth century.” Which was probably true. Young people usually told the truth about their areas of expertise, because they were proud of them, and they were worried about getting caught out on alternatives. Often they didn’t have alternatives. Being young, it came with the territory.
    “Feels like yesterday to me,” he said. “Not history.”
    “What does?”
    “The twentieth century.”
    She didn’t reply. Didn’t understand what he meant. She remembered maybe eight or nine years of the old century, maximum, and from a kid’s perspective. He remembered slightly more of it.
    “What’s your name?” he asked.
    She glanced to her right. “Anne.”
    Reacher nodded again. Whatever her name was, it wasn’t Anne. Anne was probably a sister’s name. Or a best friend’s. Or a cousin’s. Generally people liked to stay close to home with phony names.
    The girl who wasn’t called Anne asked, “Were you unfairly accused?”
    Reacher shook his head. “A vagrant is exactly what I am.”
    “Why did you go there?”
    “I liked the name. Why did you go there?”
    She didn’t answer.
    He said, “Anyway, it wasn’t much of a place.”
    “How much of it did you see?”
    “Most of it, the second time.”
    “You went back?”
    “I took a good look around, from a distance.”
    “And?”
    “It still wasn’t much of a place.”
    The girl went quiet. Reacher saw her weighing her next question. How to ask it. Whether to ask it. She put her head on one side and looked beyond him.
    “Did you see any people?” she asked.
    “Lots of people,” Reacher said.
    “Did you see the airplane?”
    “I heard one.”
    “It belongs to the guy with the big house. Every night he takes off at seven and comes back at two o’clock in the morning.”
    Reacher asked, “How long were you there?”
    “One day.”
    “So how do you know the plane flies every night?”
    She didn’t answer.
    “Maybe someone told you,” Reacher said.
    No reply.
    Reacher said, “No law against joyriding.”
    “People don’t joyride at night. There’s nothing to see.”
    “Good point.”
    The girl was quiet for another minute, and then she asked, “Were you in a cell?”
    “Couple of hours.”
    “Anyone else in there?”
    “No.”
    “When you went back, what people did you see?”
    Reacher said, “Why don’t you just show me his picture?”
    “Whose picture?”
    “Your boyfriend’s.”
    “Why would I do that?”
    “Your boyfriend is missing. As in, you can’t find him. That was Officer Vaughan’s impression, anyway.”
    “You trust cops?”
    “Some of them.”
    “I don’t have a picture.”
    “You’ve got a big bag. Probably all kinds of things in there. Maybe a few pictures.”
    She said, “Show me your wallet.”
    “I don’t have a wallet.”
    “Everyone has a wallet.”
    “Not me.”
    “Prove it.”
    “I can’t prove a negative.”
    “Empty

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