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Nothing to Lose

Nothing to Lose

Titel: Nothing to Lose Kostenlos Bücher Online Lesen
Autoren: Lee Child
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things. Convoys or installations. It maintains security and repels attacks.”
    “Actual fighting?”
    “When necessary.”
    “Did you do that?”
    “Some of the time.”
    Vaughan opened her mouth and then closed it again as her mind supplied the answer to the question she was about to ask.
    “Exactly,” Reacher said. “What’s to defend in Despair?”
    “And you’re saying these MPs made you drive on through?”
    “It was safer. They would have checked your plate if I hadn’t.”
    “Did you get through OK?”
    “Your truck is fine. Although it’s not exactly yours, is it?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Who is David Robert Vaughan?”
    She looked blank for a second. Then she said, “You looked in the glove box. The registration.”
    “A man with a gun wanted to see it.”
    “Good reason.”
    “So who is David Robert?”
    Vaughan said, “My husband.”

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    Reacher said, “I didn’t know you were married.” Vaughan turned her attention to her lukewarm coffee and took a long time to answer.
    “That’s because I didn’t tell you,” she said. “Would you expect me to?”
    “Not really, I suppose.”
    “Don’t I look married?”
    “Not one little bit.”
    “You can tell just by looking?”
    “Usually.”
    “How?”
    “Fourth finger, left hand, for a start.”
    “Lucy Anderson doesn’t wear a ring either.”
    Reacher nodded. “I think I saw her husband today.”
    “In Despair?”
    “Coming out of the rooming house.”
    “That’s way off Main Street.”
    “I was dodging roadblocks.”
    “Terrific.”
    “Not one of my main talents.”
    “So how did they not catch you? They’ve got one road in and one road out.”
    “Long story,” Reacher said.
    “But?”
    “The Despair PD is temporarily understaffed.”
    “You took one of them out?”
    “Both of them. And their cars.”
    “You’re completely unbelievable.”
    “No, I’m a man with a rule. People leave me alone, I leave them alone. If they don’t, I don’t.”
    “They’ll come looking for you here.”
    “No question. But not soon.”
    “How long?”
    “They’ll be hurting for a couple of days. Then they’ll saddle up.”

    Reacher left her alone with her truck keys on the table in front of her and walked down to Third Street and bought socks and underwear and a dollar T-shirt in an old-fashioned outfitters next to a supermarket. He stopped in at a pharmacy and bought shaving gear and then headed up to the hardware store at the western end of First Street. He picked his way past ladders and wheelbarrows and wound through aisles filled with racks of tools and found a rail of canvas work pants and flannel shirts. Traditional American garments, made in China and Cambodia, respectively. He chose dark olive pants and a mud-colored check shirt. Not as cheap as he would have liked, but not outrageous. The clerk folded them up into a brown paper bag and he carried it back to the motel and shaved and took a long shower and dried off and dressed in the new stuff. He crammed his old gray janitor uniform in the trash receptacle.
    Better than doing laundry.
    The new clothes were as stiff as boards, to the point where walking around was difficult. Clearly the Far Eastern garment industry took durability very seriously. He did squats and bicep curls until the starch cracked and then he stepped out and walked down the row to Lucy Anderson’s door. He knocked and waited. A minute later she opened up. She looked just the same. Long legs, short shorts, plain blue sweatshirt. Young, and vulnerable. And wary, and hostile. She said, “I asked you to leave me alone.”
    He said, “I’m pretty sure I saw your husband today.”
    Her face softened, just for a second.
    “Where?” she asked.
    “In Despair. Looks like he’s got a room there.”
    “Was he OK?”
    “He looked fine to me.”
    “What are you going to do about him?”
    “What would you like me to do about him?”
    Her face closed up again. “You should leave him alone.”
    “I am leaving him alone. I told you, I’m not a cop anymore. I’m a vagrant, just like you.”
    “So why would you go back to Despair?”
    “Long story. I had to.”
    “I don’t believe you. You’re a cop.”
    “You saw what was in my pockets.”
    “You left your badge in your room.”
    “I didn’t. You want to check? My room is right here.”
    She stared at him in panic and put both hands on the door jambs like he was about to seize her around her waist and drag her away to his

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