The Hard Way

exactly like us. I never abducted anyone. Did you?”
    Gregory didn’t answer that. Thirty-six minutes later the two men were back in the Dakota, and the woman who was watching the building had made another entry in her log.

CHAPTER 11
    REACHER HAD A late breakfast delivered from a gourmet deli on Edward Lane’s tab and he ate it alone in the kitchen. Then he lay down on a sofa and thought until he was too tired to think anymore. Then he closed his eyes and dozed, and waited for the phone to ring.

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    Kate and Jade were sleeping, too. It was nature’s way. They had been unable to sleep at night, so exhaustion had overtaken them midway through the day. They were on their narrow beds, close together, deep in slumber. The lone man opened their door quietly and saw them. Paused a moment, just looking. Then he backed out of the room and left them alone.
No hurry,
he thought. In a way he was enjoying this particular phase of the operation. He was addicted to risk. He always had been. No point in denying it. It made him who he was.

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    Reacher woke up and found himself all alone in the living room except for Carter Groom. The guy with the shark’s eyes. He was sitting in an armchair, doing nothing.
    “You pulled guard duty?” Reacher asked.
    “You’re not exactly a prisoner,” Groom said. “You’re in line to get a million bucks.”
    “Does that bother you?”
    “Not really. You find her, you’ll have earned it. The workman is worthy of his hire. Says so in the Bible.”
    “Did you drive her often?”
    “My fair share.”
    “When Jade was with her, how did they ride?”
    “Mrs. Lane always rode in the front. She was basically embarrassed about the whole chauffeur thing. The kid in the back, obviously.”
    “What were you, back in the day?”
    “Recon Marine,” Groom said. “First Sergeant.”
    “How would you have handled the takedown at Bloomingdale’s?”
    “Good guy or bad guy?”
    “Bad guy,” Reacher said.
    “How many with me?”
    “Does it matter?”
    Groom thought for less than a second and shook his head. “Lead guy is the important guy. Lead guy could be the only guy.”
    “So how would it have gone down?”
    “Only one way to do it clean,” Groom said. “You’d have to keep all the action inside the car, before they even got out. Bloomie’s is on the east side of Lexington Avenue. Lex runs downtown. So Taylor would pull over on the left and stop opposite the main entrance. Double parked, just temporarily. Whereupon our guy would grab the rear door and slide in right next to the kid. She’s belted in behind her mother. Our guy puts a gun straight to the kid’s head and grabs her hair with his free hand and holds on tight. That’s game over right there. Nobody on the street is worried. For them, it’s a pickup, not a drop-off. And Taylor would do what he’s told from that point on. What choice does he have? He’s got Mrs. Lane screaming in the seat next to him. And what can he do anyway? He can’t flip the lever and shove the seat off its runners back on the guy, because the Jaguar’s got electric seats. He can’t turn around and fight, because the gun is to the kid’s head. He can’t use violent evasive driving maneuvers because he’s in slow traffic and the guy has hold of the kid’s hair and won’t get thrown loose anyway. Game over, right there.”
    “And then what?”
    “Then our guy makes Taylor drive somewhere quiet. Maybe in town, more likely out of town. Then he shoots him, spine shot through the seat, so he doesn’t bust the windshield. He makes Mrs. Lane dump him out. Then he makes her drive the rest of the way. He wants to stay in the back with the kid.”
    Reacher nodded. “That’s how I see it.”
    “Tough on Taylor,” Groom said. “You know, that final moment, the guy tells him to pull over, put the transmission in Park, sit tight. Taylor will have known what was coming.”
    Reacher said nothing.
    “They haven’t found his body yet,” Groom said.
    “You optimistic?”
    Groom shook his head. “It’s not somewhere populated, that’s all it means. It’s a balance. You want rid of the guy early, but you keep him alive until the location is safe. He’s most likely in the countryside somewhere with the coyotes gnawing on him. Race against time whether someone finds him before he’s all eaten up.”
    “How long was he with you?”
    “Three years.”
    “Did you like him?”
    “He was OK.”
    “Was he good?”
    “You already