Running Blind (The Visitor)

nearer to interesting. A little nearer the point where your talent can really flex and stretch like it needs to. It will be a challenge to relish. A challenge to beat.
    But you don’t beat anything without thinking. You don’t beat anything without careful observation and planning. The guards are a new factor, so they need analysis. But that’s your strength, isn’t it? Accurate, dispassionate analysis. Nobody does it better than you. You’ve proved that, over and over again, haven’t you? Four whole times.
    So what do the guards mean to you? Initial question, who are the guards? Out here in the sticks a million miles from nowhere, first impression is you’re dealing with dumb-ass local cops. No immediate problem. No immediate threat. But the downside is, out here in the sticks a million miles from nowhere, there aren’t enough dumb-ass local cops to go around. Some tiny Oregon township outside of the Portland city limits won’t have enough cops to keep up a twenty-four-hour watch. So they’ll be looking for help, and you know that help will come from the FBI. You know that for sure. The way you predict it, the locals will take the day, and the Bureau will take the night.
    Given the choice, obviously you aren’t going to tangle with the Bureau. So you’re going to avoid the night. You’re going to take the day, when all that stands between you and her is some local fat boy in a Crown Vic full of cheeseburger wrappers and cold coffee. And you’re going to take the day because the day is a more elegant solution. Broad daylight. You love the phrase. They use it all the time, don’t they?
    “The crime was committed in broad daylight,” you whisper to yourself.
    Getting past the locals in broad daylight won’t be too hard. But even so, it’s not something you’re going to undertake lightly. You’re not going to rush in. You’re going to watch carefully, from a distance, until you see how it goes. You’re going to invest some time in careful, patient observation. Fortunately, you’ve got a little time. And it won’t be hard to do. The place is mountainous. Mountainous places have two characteristics. Two advantages. First of all, they’re already full of idiots hanging out in sweaters with field glasses around their necks. And second of all, mountainous terrain makes it easy to see point A from point B. You just get yourself concealed high up on some peak or knoll or whatever the hell they call them. Then you settle in, and you gaze downward, and you watch. And you wait.
    REACHER WAITED A long time in the stillness of Jodie’s living room. His posture on the sofa changed from sitting to sprawling. After an hour he swiveled around and lay down. Closed his eyes. Opened them again and struggled to stay awake. Closed them again. Kept them closed. Figured he’d catch ten minutes. Figured he’d hear the elevator. Or the door. But when it came to it, he heard neither. He woke up and found her bending over him, kissing his cheek.
    “Hey, Reacher,” she said softly.
    He pulled her to him and held her in a tight silent embrace. She hugged back, one-handed because she was still carrying her briefcase, but hard.
    “How was your day?” he asked.
    “Later,” she whispered.
    She dropped the briefcase and he pulled her down on top of him. She struggled out of her coat and let it fall. The silk lining whispered and sighed. She was in a wool dress with a zipper all the way down the back to the base of her spine. He unzipped it slowly and felt the warmth of her body underneath. She pushed up with her elbows sharp points in his stomach. Her hands scrabbled at his shirt. He pushed the dress off her shoulders. She pulled his shirt out of his waistband. Tore at his belt.
    She stood up and her dress fell to the floor. She held out her hand and he took it and she led him to the bedroom. They stumbled out of their clothes as they walked. Made it to the bed. It was white and cool. Neon glow from the city outside lit it in random patterns.
    She pushed him down, with her hands on his shoulders. She was strong, like a gymnast. Urgent and energetic and lithe on top of him. He was lost. They finished filmed in sweat in a tangle of sheets. She was pressed against him. He could feel her heart hammering on his chest. Her hair was in his mouth. He was breathing hard. She was smiling. Her face was tucked into his shoulder and he could feel the smile against his skin. The shape of her mouth, the cool of her teeth. The