One Shot

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That never happened.
    “We need to know something about her husband,” Helen said.
    “I never met her husband,” the woman said.
    “Did Oline talk about him?”
    “A little, I guess. Now and then. His name is Ted, I think.”
    “What does he do?”
    “He’s in business. I’m not sure what kind of business.”
    “Did Oline say anything about him being missing?”
    “Missing?”
    “Oline reported him missing two months ago.”
    “I know she seemed terribly worried. I think he was having problems with his business. In fact I think he’d been having problems for a year or two. That’s why Oline went back to work.”
    “She didn’t always work?”
    “Oh, no, ma’am. I think she did way back, and then she gave it up. But she had to come back. Because of circumstances. Whatever the opposite of rags to riches is.”
    “Riches to rags,” Reacher said.
    “Yes, like that,” the woman said. “She needed her job, financially. I think she was embarrassed about it.”
    “But she didn’t give you details?” Ann Yanni asked.
    “She was a very private person,” the woman said.
    “It’s important.”
    “She would get kind of distracted. That wasn’t like her. About a week before she was killed she was gone most of one afternoon. That wasn’t like her, either.”
    “Do you know what she was doing?”
    “No, I really don’t.”
    “Anything you remember about her husband would help us.”
    The woman shook her head. “His name is Ted. That’s all I can say for sure.”
    “OK, thanks,” Helen said.
    She turned and headed back to her car. Yanni and Reacher followed her. The woman on the stoop stared after them, disappointed, like she had failed an audition.

    Ann Yanni said, “Strike one. But don’t worry. It always happens that way. Sometimes I think we should just skip the first person on the list. They never know anything.”
    Reacher was uncomfortable in the back of the car. His pants pocket had gotten underneath him and a coin was digging edge-on into his thigh. He squirmed around and pulled it out. It was a quarter, new and shiny. He looked at it for a minute and then he put it in the other pocket.
    “I agree,” he said. “We should have skipped her. My fault. Stands to reason a co-worker wouldn’t know much. People are cagy around co-workers. Especially rich people fallen on hard times.”
    “The neighbor will know more,” Yanni said.
    “We hope,” Helen said.
    They were caught in crosstown traffic. They were headed from the eastern suburbs to the western, and it was a slow, slow ride. Reacher was glancing between his watch and the windows again. The sun was low on the horizon ahead of them. Behind them it was already twilight.
    Time ticking away.

    Rosemary Barr moved in her chair and struggled against the tape binding her wrists.
    “We know it was Charlie who did it,” she said.
    “Charlie?” the Zec repeated.
    “My brother’s so-called
friend.
”
    “Chenko,” the Zec said. “His name is Chenko. And yes, he did it. Tactically it was his plan. He did well. Of course, his physique helped. He was able to wear his own shoes inside your brother’s. He had to roll the pants and the raincoat sleeves.”
    “But we
know,
” Rosemary said.
    “But
who
knows? And what exactly do they bring to the party?”
    “Helen Rodin knows.”
    “You’ll dismiss her as your lawyer. You’ll terminate the representation. Ms. Rodin will be unable to repeat anything she learned while your relationship was privileged. Linsky, am I right?”
    Linsky nodded. He was six feet away, on the sofa, propped at an odd angle to rest his back.
    “That’s the law,” he said. “Here in America.”
    “Franklin knows,” Rosemary said. “And Ann Yanni.”
    “Hearsay,” the Zec said. “Theories, speculation, and innuendo. Those two have no persuasive evidence. And no credibility, either. Private detectives and television journalists are exactly the kind of people who peddle ridiculous and alternative explanations for events like these. It’s to be expected. Its absence would be unusual. Apparently a president was killed in this country more than forty years ago and people like them still claim that the real truth has not yet been uncovered.”
    Rosemary said nothing.
    “Your deposition will be definitive,” the Zec said. “You’ll go to Rodin and you’ll give sworn testimony about how your brother plotted and planned. About how he
told
you what he was intending. In detail. The time, the