Right at the guy’s side there was a metal table. It was made of stainless steel. It had raised sides, and a body was lying on it. A man’s. It was naked. The top of its skull had been sawn off. Its rib cage cracked apart. Its abdomen cut open. Blood was running along the channels on both sides of the table and trickling down a drain. There was a trolley covered with tools. They were sharp and bloody. There was another trolley, covered with jars full of red and brown gelatinous things, and a scale. With a brain in its pan.
The guy took his glasses off and glared at me. “At least you knocked. That’s something. Now, who are you? What do you want?”
He seemed like a straightforward guy, so I decided to take a straightforward approach. “My name’s Reacher. You’re Dr. Houllier?”
The guy nodded.
“I’m here to ask for your help.”
“I see. With what? Is someone sick? Hurt?”
“I need you to stay away from work tomorrow.”
“Out of the question. I’ve worked here for more than forty years and I’ve never missed a day.”
“That’s an admirable record.”
“Don’t blow smoke.”
“OK. Let’s try this. There’s a guy in this town I believe you’re acquainted with. Waad Dendoncker.”
Dr. Houllier’s eyes narrowed. “What about him?”
“Just how well acquainted are you?”
Dr. Houllier snatched up a scalpel, still slick with blood, and brandished it at me. “Cast an aspersion like that again and to hell with my oath. I’ll cut your heart out. I don’t care how big you are.” He gestured to the body at his side. “You can see I know how.”
“So you’re not a fan.”
Dr. Houllier dropped the scalpel back on the table. “Let me tell you a little about my history with Waad Dendoncker. Our paths first crossed ten years ago. I was here, working. The door flew open. And two of his guys barged in. No knock. No, excuse me. They didn’t say a word. Not right away. They just handed me an envelope. Inside was a photograph. Of my brother. Outside his house. In Albuquerque. You see, I’m not married. My parents have passed. Donald was the only family I had. The guy told me, if I ever wanted to see my brother alive again, I had to go with them.”
“So you went?”
“Of course. They put me in a crummy old army Jeep. Drove out into the desert. Maybe ten miles. It’s hard to tell out there. They stopped when we reached a group of men. Dendoncker. A couple of his guys. And two others. No one told me explicitly but I worked out they were customers. There to buy hand grenades. They must have asked for a demonstration. A pit had been dug. Two people were in it. Both women. They were naked.”
“Who were they?”
“No one I recognized. Later the guy who drove me said they worked for Dendoncker. He said they’d disobeyed his orders. This was the consequence. Dendoncker threw in a grenade. I heard screams when it landed. Then an explosion. The others all rushed forward. They wanted to see. I didn’t, but Dendoncker forced me. Believe me, I’ve seen injuries before. I’ve seen surgeries. Every kind of butchery you can imagine. But this was worse. What happened to those women’s bodies…It disgusted me. I was sick, right there on the spot. I was worried that Dendoncker would expect me to deal with the remains, somehow. But no. A guy used one of the Jeeps. It had a snowplow blade on the front. He just filled in the hole. Dendoncker and his customers stayed there to talk business. The two guys who’d brought me took me back to the medical center. They told me that the next day, or maybe the day after, a body would find its way onto my slab. They said I was to process it, thoroughly, but not to keep any official record. And to be ready to answer questions.”
“From Dendoncker?”
“Right.”
“And if you didn’t go along?”
“They said there’d be another pit. That they’d throw my brother in it. And make me watch when the grenade went off. They said they’d cut my eyelids off, to make sure I saw everything.”
“The body they mentioned. It showed up?”
“Three days later. I couldn’t sleep, picturing what kind of shape it would be in. In the end it was only shot. Luckily. For me, anyway.”
“How many since then?”
“Twenty-seven. Mostly shot. Some stabbed. A couple with their skulls bashed in.”
“Did Dendoncker come and see all of them?”
Dr. Houllier nodded. “He shows up every time. Like clockwork. Although he has calmed down a little. Originally he wanted a detailed analysis. Stomach contents. Residue on the skin and under the fingernails. Any indication of foreign travel. Things like that. Now he’s happy with a brief report on the body.”
“But he still wants to see them?”
“Correct.”
“Why?”
“It could be one of several disorders. I’m not about to analyze him. It’s not my field. And he gives me the creeps. Whenever he shows up I just want him out of my office as fast as possible.”
I said nothing.
“Strike that. What I really want is for him to stop coming at all. But I can’t make him. So I find a way to live with it.”
“I have a way to stop him. All I need is this room.”
“If you’re going to stop Dendoncker, and you’re going to do it in this room, someone’s going to play dead. You?”
I nodded, then told him about the gunshot wound to my chest and the props we were going to use to make it look real.
“Where is this shooting going to take place?”
I told him the location that Dendoncker’s guy had texted to Fenton.
“I see. And how are you going to get your body from there to here?”
I hadn’t figured that out yet. When you’re stuck with a plan full of holes, more have a habit of appearing.
“You don’t know, do you?”
I said nothing.
“What time are you supposed to get shot?”
“It’ll be a little after eleven p.m.”
“OK. I’ll bring you in myself.”
“No. You can’t be involved. Think of your brother.”
“Donald died. Last year.”
“Did he have a wife? Kids?”
“No kids. I don’t like his wife. And she’s sick, anyway. Cancer. Metastasized. If Dendoncker looked for her she’d be dead before he found out which hospice she’s in. So. I’ll give you a number for your sidekick to call me on. It’s a direct line. It bypasses 911, which will make things easier.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Now, Dendoncker won’t come until morning. That means you’ll have to sleep here. He may have people watching the place and it wouldn’t do for a dead man to be seen leaving and returning. I’ll come in early and get you ready for the meat locker. You’ll have a companion, I’m afraid, so I can’t raise the temperature. But I can give you a mild sedative so you won’t start shivering. I’ll tape your eyes, too. Just in case. How long can you hold your breath for?”
I’d once gone for a little over a minute without breathing. But that was underwater. Swimming hard. Fighting for my life. This would be different. No exertion. Just the effort of keeping completely still.
“Ninety seconds,” I said. “Two minutes, maximum.”
“All right. I’ll keep an eye on the time. I’ll distract Dendoncker if he drags things out for too long. He’s usually quick so I’m not too worried. Now, tell me. And you can be honest. After you stop him, what are you going to do with him?”
“Hand him over to the police.”
A flash of disappointment crossed Houllier’s face.
I said, “Does Dendoncker usually come alone? Or does he bring bodyguards?”
“Apes, I’d call them. Two. One comes in first to check the room. Then Dendoncker and the second guy follow.”
“Weapons?”
“None visible.”