The Affair: A Reacher Novel

door.”
    “And then I told you to sit down.”
    “And then?”
    He said, “I don’t recall.”
    “We had a minor discussion about how busy this place is at noon.”
    “Yes, I remember.”
    “And then you asked me what news I had.”
    “And you didn’t have any.”
    “Which surprised you. Because I had left a message in which I told you I had the name.”
    “I was surprised, yes.”
    “What name?”
    “I wasn’t sure. It might have concerned anything.”
    “In which case you would have said
a
name. Not
the
name.”
    “Perhaps I was humoring your delusion that someone did in fact send those amateurs to Mississippi. Because it seemed important to you.”
    “It was important to me. Because it was true.”
    “OK, I respect your convictions. I suggest you find out who.”
    “I have found out who.”
    He didn’t reply.
    “You slipped up,” I said.
    He didn’t answer.
    “I didn’t leave you a message,” I said. “I made an appointment. With your scheduler. That was all. I didn’t give a reason for it. I justsaid I needed to see you at noon today. The only time I mentioned anything about names and the Tennessee Free Citizens was on a completely separate call with General Garber. Which evidently you were listening to.”
    The hissing quiet in the little office seemed to change in pitch. It went low and ominous, like a real thrumming silence.
    Frazer said, “Some things are too big for you to understand, son.”
    “Probably,” I said. “I’m not too clear about what happened in the first trillionth of a second after the Big Bang. I can’t make the quantum physics work. But I can get by with a lot of other things. For instance, I understand the Constitution of the United States pretty well. You ever heard of the First Amendment? It guarantees the freedom of the press. Which means any old journalist is entitled to approach any old fence he likes.”
    “That guy was from some radical pinko rag in a college town.”
    “And I understand you’re lazy. You’ve spent years kissing Carlton Riley’s ass, and you don’t want to start over with a new guy. Not now. Because that would involve actually doing your damn job.”
    No reply.
    I said, “The second human being your boys killed was an underage recruit. He was on his way to try to join the army. His mother killed herself the same night. I understand both of those things. Because I saw what was left. First one, and then the other.”
    No reply.
    I said, “And I understand you’re doubly arrogant. First you thought I wouldn’t figure out your genius scheme, and then when I did, you thought you could deal with me all by yourself. No help, no backup, no arrest teams. Just you and me, here and now. I have to ask, how dumb are you?”
    “And I have to ask, are you armed?”
    “I’m in Class A uniform,” I said. “No sidearm is carried with Class A uniform. You’ll find that in the regulations.”
    “So how dumb are you?”
    “I didn’t expect to be in this situation. I didn’t expect to get this far.”
    “Take my advice, son. Hope for the best, plan for the worst.”
    “You got a gun in your desk?”
    “I have two guns in my desk.”
    “You going to shoot me?”
    “If I have to.”
    “This is the Pentagon. There are thirty thousand military personnel outside your door. They’re all trained to run toward the sound of gunfire. You better have a story ready.”
    “You attacked me.”
    “Why would I?”
    “Because you’re obsessed about who shot some ugly black kid in the back of beyond.”
    “I never told anyone he was ugly. Or black. Not on the phone. You must have gotten that from your Tennessee buddies.”
    “Whatever, you’re obsessed. I ordered you to leave but you attacked me.”
    I leaned back in his visitor chair. I stretched my legs out in front of me. I let my arms hang down. I got good and relaxed. I could have fallen asleep. I said, “This doesn’t look like a very threatening posture, does it? And I weigh about 250. You’ll have a problem moving me before 3C314 and 3C316 get in here. Which will take them about a second and a half. And then you’ll have to deal with the MPs. You kill one of their own in dubious circumstances, they’ll tear you apart.”
    “My neighbors won’t hear. No one will hear a thing.”
    “Why? You got suppressors on those guns?”
    “I don’t need suppressors. Or guns.”
    Then he did a very strange thing. He stepped over and took a picture off his wall. A black and white