The Affair_ A Reacher Novel - Lee Child [53]
No response. Nothing verbal, anyway. But shoulders slumped a fraction, and feet started shuffling.
“Good decision,” I said. “Overwhelming force is always better. You really should go to the Pentagon. You could walk them through your reasoning. They’d listen to you. They’re listening to everyone except us.”
The alpha dog said, “We’ll be back.”
“I’ll be here,” I said. “Whenever you’re ready.”
They walked away, trying to be casual about it, trying to salvage some dignity. They climbed into their trucks and made a big show of revving their engines and squealing their tires through tight 180 turns. They drove off west into the forest, toward Memphis, toward the rest of the world. I watched them go, and then I walked back to the Sheriff’s Department.
* * *
Deveraux had seen the whole thing from the window in the dim corner room. Like a silent movie. No dialogue. She said, “You made them go away. You apologized. I can’t believe it.”
“Not exactly,” I said. “I took a rain check. They’re coming back later, dozens of them.”
“Why did you do that?”
“More arrests for you. They’ll look good for your reelection campaign.”
“You’re crazy.”
“You want to get lunch now?”
“I already have a lunch date,” she said.
“Since when?”
“Five minutes ago. Major Duncan Munro called back and asked me to dine with him in the Kelham Officers’ Club.”
Chapter
30
Deveraux left for Kelham in her car and I was left alone on the sidewalk. I walked past the vacant lot to the diner. Lunch, for one. I ordered the cheeseburger again, and then stepped over to the phone by the door and called the Pentagon. Colonel John James Frazer. Senate Liaison. He answered on the first ring. I asked him, “What genius decided to classify that plate number?”
He said, “I can’t tell you that.”
“Whoever, it was a bad mistake. All it did was confirm the car belongs to a Kelham guy. It was practically a public announcement.”
“We had no alternative. We couldn’t put it in the public domain. Journalists would have gotten it five minutes after local law enforcement. We couldn’t allow that.”
“Now it sounds like you’re telling me it belonged to a Bravo Company guy.”
“I’m not telling you anything. But believe me, we had no choice. The consequences would have been catastrophic.”
Something in his voice.
“Please tell me you’re kidding,” I said. “Because right now you’re making it sound like it was Reed Riley’s own personal vehicle.”
No response.
I asked, “Was it?”
No answer.
“Was it?”
“I can’t confirm or deny,” Frazer said. “And don’t ask again. And don’t use that name again, either. Not on an unsecured line.”
“Does the officer in question have an explanation?”
“I can’t comment on that.”
I said, “This is getting out of control, Frazer. You need to rethink. The cover up is always worse than the crime. You need to stop it now.”
“Negative on that, Reacher. There’s a plan in place, and it will stay in place.”
“Does the plan include an exclusion zone around Kelham? Maybe for journalists especially?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’ve got circumstantial evidence here of boots on the ground outside of Kelham’s fence. Part of the circumstantial evidence is a corpse. I’m telling you, this thing is out of control now.”
“Who’s the corpse?”
“A scrappy middle-aged guy.”
“A journalist?”
“I don’t know how to recognize a journalist by sight alone. Maybe that’s a skill they teach to the infantry, but they don’t teach it to MPs.”
“No ID on him?”
“We haven’t looked yet. The doctor hasn’t finished with him.”
Frazer said, “There is no exclusion zone around Fort Kelham. That would be a major policy shift.”
“And illegal.”
“Agreed. And stupid. And counterproductive. It isn’t happening. It never has.”
“I think the Marine Corps did it once.”
“When?”
“Within the last twenty years.”
“Well, Marines. They do all kinds of things.”
“You should check it out.”
“How? You think they put it in their official history?”
“Do it obliquely. Look for an officer who got canned overnight with no other