The Hard Way

asked.
    “Don’t know,” Reacher said. “Today, I guess.”
    “He sure left in a hurry. There’s soup on the stove.”
    “You think he should have washed the dishes?”
    “Most people do.”
    “Most people with no hands?”
    “So how was he cooking soup at all?”
    “With help,” Reacher said. “Don’t you think? Some welfare person, probably. The ambulance comes for Hobart, loads him up, you think some minimum-wage government housekeeper is going to stick around afterward and clean up? Because I don’t.”
    Addison shrugged and closed the kitchen door.
    “So where’s the bathroom?” he said.
    Reacher said, “Go home and use yours.”
    “What?”
    “One day Hobart’s going to come back here with the kind of metal hands that can unzip his fly and he’s not going to want to think about you pissing in the same bowl as him.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you’re not fit to piss in the same bowl as him. You left him behind.”
    “You weren’t there.”
    “For which you can thank your lucky stars. I’d have kicked your ass and dragged you up the line by your ears.”
    Edward Lane took a step forward. “The sacrifice was necessary to save the unit.”
    Reacher looked straight at him. “Sacrificing and saving are two different things.”
    “Don’t question my orders.”
    “Don’t question mine,” Reacher said. “Get these runts out of here. Let them piss in the gutter.”
    Silence for a long moment. Nothing in Perez’s face, a scowl on Addison’s, shrewd judgment in Lane’s eyes.
    “The name,” Lane said. “Tomorrow.”
    “I’ll be there,” Reacher said.
    Lane nodded to his men and they trooped out in the same order they had come in. First Perez, then Addison, with Lane bringing up the rear. Reacher listened to their feet on the stairs and waited for the street door to bang and then he stepped back to the bedroom. Watched them climb into the black Range Rover and take off north. He let a minute pass and when he judged they were through the light at Houston he walked back to the foyer and knocked on the bathroom door.
    “They’re gone,” he said.

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    Reacher carried Hobart back to the sofa and sat him up like a rag doll. Dee Marie stepped into the kitchen and Pauling looked down at the floor and said, “We heard everything.”
    Dee Marie said, “The soup is still warm. Lucky that guy didn’t get any closer.”
    “Lucky for him,” Reacher said.
    Hobart shifted his position on the sofa and said, “Don’t kid yourself. These are not pussycats. You were minutes away from getting hurt bad. Lane doesn’t hire nice people.”
    “He hired you.”
    “Yes, he did.”
    “So?”
    “I’m not a nice person,” Hobart said. “I fit right in.”
    “You seem OK.”
    “That’s just the sympathy vote.”
    “So how bad are you?”
    “I was dishonorably discharged. Kicked out of the Corps.”
    “Why?”
    “I refused an order. Then I beat the shit out of the guy who gave it to me.”
    “What was the order?”
    “To fire on a civilian vehicle. In Bosnia.”
    “Sounds like an illegal order.”
    Hobart shook his head. “No, my lieutenant was right. The car was full of bad guys. They wounded two of our own later that day. I screwed up.”
    Reacher asked, “Suppose it had been Perez and Addison in those forward OPs in Africa? Would you have left them there?”
    “A Marine’s job is to obey orders,” Hobart said. “And I had learned the hard way that sometimes officers know better.”
    “Bottom line? No bullshit?”
    Hobart stared into space. “I wouldn’t have left them there. No way on earth. I don’t see how anyone could. I sure as hell don’t see how they could have left me there. And I wish to God they hadn’t.”
    “Soup,” Dee Marie said. “Time to stop talking and start eating.”
    Pauling said, “We should move you first.”
    “No need now,” Dee Marie said. “They won’t come back. Right now this is the safest place in the city.”
    “It would be easier on you.”
    “I’m not looking for easy. I’m looking for right.”
    Then the buzzer from the street sounded and they heard a Russian accent on the intercom. The Soviet super from Sixth Avenue, come to fix the broken door. Reacher met him in the hallway. He was carrying a bag of tools and a length of spare lumber.
    “Now we’re definitely OK,” Dee Marie said.
    So Pauling just paid the Russian and she and Reacher walked down the stairs to the street.

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    Pauling was quiet and faintly hostile