The Hard Way

Reacher watched him carefully and saw him struggling for control. He paced back and forth across the living room floor and curled his hands compulsively and scratched at his palms with his nails.
    “Conclusions?” he asked. Like a demand. Like an entitlement.
    “I’m revising my conclusions,” Reacher said. “Maybe there aren’t three guys. Maybe there are only two. One stays with Kate and Jade, the other comes down to the city alone. He doesn’t really need to watch Gregory walk away down West Broadway because he’s planning on using the back door anyway. He’s already in the alley, out of sight.”
    “Risky. Safer to be loose on the street.”
    Reacher shook his head. “They did their homework. The neighbor is in her building from seven-thirty in the morning until eleven-thirty at night. Which explains the times they chose. Seven o’clock this morning, before she arrived. Eleven-forty the first night, after she left. Eleven-forty is a weirdly precise choice of time, don’t you think? There had to be some reason for it.”
    Edward Lane said nothing.
    Reacher said, “Or maybe there’s only one guy. On his own. It’s possible. If Kate and Jade are secured upstate, he could have come down alone.”
    “Secured?”
    “Locked up somewhere. Maybe bound and gagged.”
    “For twelve hours at a time? There and back?”
    “This is a kidnap. They’re not at a health spa.”
    “Just one guy?”
    “It’s possible,” Reacher said again. “And maybe he wasn’t in the alley at all. Maybe he was actually inside the building, waiting and ready. Maybe right behind the front door. Maybe Gregory dropped the keys right in his hand.”
    “Will they call again?” Lane asked. “Will he?”
    “Four hours from now that same argument will start all over again.”
    “And?”
    “What would you do?”
    Lane didn’t answer directly. “If there’s only one guy, how can he argue?”
    “With himself,” Reacher said. “And that’s the toughest kind of argument to have.”
    Lane paced. But his hands stopped moving. It was like he had been hit with a new consideration. Reacher had been expecting it.
Here it comes,
he thought.
    “Maybe you’re right,” Lane said. “Maybe it isn’t three guys.”
    Reacher said nothing.
    “Maybe it’s
four
guys,” Lane said. “And maybe you’re the fourth guy. Maybe that’s why you were in that coffee shop the first night. You were watching your buddy’s back. Making sure he got away OK.”
    Reacher said nothing.
    “It was you who elected to watch the front door this morning,” Lane said. “Because you knew nothing would happen there. You should have watched the car. You should have been on Sixth Avenue, not Spring Street. And you knew they were going to ask for five million more. You’re one of them, aren’t you?”
    Silence in the room.
    “Two questions,” Reacher said. “Why would I have gone back to the coffee shop the second night? Nothing was happening the second night. And if I was a bad guy, why would I have told Gregory I had seen anything at all?”
    “Because you wanted to worm your way inside where you could steer us wrong. You knew I would send someone out to look for witnesses. That was obvious. And you were right there, like a spider waiting for a fly.”
    Lane glanced around the room. Reacher followed his gaze. A quiet desperate atmosphere, subdued menace, six Special Forces veterans, all looking back at him, all as hard as nails, all full of hostility toward the stranger and all full of any fighting soldier’s suspicion of an MP. He checked their faces, one through six. Then he looked down at Kate Lane’s photograph.
    “Pity,” he said. “Your wife is a beautiful woman, Mr. Lane. And your daughter is a lovely kid. And if you want to get them back, then I’m all you’ve got. Because like I said, these guys here can start a war, but they’re not investigators. They can’t find what you’re looking for. I know guys like these. Guys like these, they couldn’t find their own assholes if I gave them a mirror on a stick.”
    Nobody spoke.
    “You know where I live?” Reacher asked.
    “I could find out,” Lane said.
    “You couldn’t,” Reacher said. “Because I don’t really live anywhere. I move around. Here, there, and everywhere. So if I choose to walk out of here today, you’ll never see me again, the whole rest of your life. You can count on that.”
    Lane didn’t answer.
    “And therefore Kate,” Reacher said. “You’ll