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know.”
    “That’s your conclusion?”
    “Not entirely.”
    “So what else?”
    “A quarter of the plant is screened off. There’s a secret area. I think he’s got a contract to recycle military scrap. Hence the wealth. A Pentagon contract is the fastest way on earth to get rich these days. And hence the MP unit down the road. Thurman is breaking up classified stuff back there, and people would be interested in it. Armor thickness, materials, construction techniques, circuit boards, all that kind of stuff.”
    “So that’s all? Legitimate government business?”
    “No,” Reacher said. “That’s not all.”

40
    Reacher took the first sip of his coffee. It was perfect. Hot, strong, smooth, and a great mug. He looked across the table at Vaughan and said, “Thank you very much.”
    She said, “What else is going on there?”
    “I don’t know. But there’s a hell of a vigilante effort going on about something. After the PD ended up depopulated I went to see the local judge about getting sworn in as a deputy.”
    “You weren’t serious.”
    “Of course not. But I pretended I was. I wanted to see the reaction. The guy panicked. He went crazy. He said he’d deputize the whole population first. They’re totally serious about keeping strangers out.”
    “Because of the military stuff.”
    “No,” Reacher said. “That’s the MPs’ job. Any hint of espionage, Thurman’s people would get on the radio and the MPs would lock and load and about a minute later the whole town would be swarming with Humvees. The townspeople wouldn’t be involved.”
    “So what’s going on?”
    “At least two other things.”
    “Why two?”
    “Because their responses are completely incoherent. Which means there are at least two other factions in play, separate and probably unaware of each other. Like this morning, Thurman had me checked out. He saw that my paper trail went cold ten years ago, and therefore I was no obvious danger to him, and then he ran your plate and saw that I was in some way associated with a cop from the next town, and therefore in some way untouchable, so he played nice and gave me a guided tour. But meanwhile without all that information someone else was busy busting your windows. And nobody busts a cop’s windows for the fun of it. Therefore the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is doing.”
    “Thurman gave you a tour?”
    “He said he’d show me everything.”
    “And did he?”
    “No. He stayed away from the secret area. He said it was just a junkyard.”
    “Are you sure it isn’t?”
    “I saw activity in there earlier. Smoke and sparks. Plus it’s carefully screened off. Who does that, for a junkyard?”
    “What are the two other factions?”
    “I have no idea. But these young guys are involved somehow. Lucy Anderson’s husband and the dead guy. And Lucy Anderson’s husband is another example of the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing. They sheltered him and moved him on but threw his wife out of town like a pariah. How much sense does that make?”
    “He moved on?”
    “I saw him at the rooming house at three o’clock and he was gone by seven. No trace of him, and nobody would admit he had ever been there.”
    “The plane flies at seven,” Vaughan said. “Is that connected?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “No trace at all?”
    “No physical sign, and a lot of zipped lips.”
    “So what’s going on?”
    “When was the last time any normal person entered Despair and stayed as long as he wanted and left of his own accord? To your certain knowledge?”
    “I don’t know,” Vaughan said. “Months, certainly.”
    “There was an entry in the hotel register from seven months ago.”
    “That sounds about right.”
    “I met the new girl last night,” Reacher said. “Sweet kid. Her name is Maria. I’m pretty sure the dead guy was her boyfriend. She showed me his picture. His name was Raphael Ramirez.”
    “Did you tell her?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “She asked me if I’d seen him. Truth is, I didn’t actually see him. It was dark. And I can’t give her news like that without being completely sure.”
    “So she’s still swinging in the wind.”
    “I think she knows, deep down.”
    “What happened to the body?”
    “It didn’t go to the county morgue. I checked on that.”
    “We knew that already.”
    “No, we knew it didn’t go straight to the morgue. That was all. So I wondered if it had been dumped somewhere out of town and