“All you got.”
“My point exactly,” the guy said. “It would really help me out if I could take a walk through your property and see for myself. Then we got a foundation of solid evidence to go on. Case closed. We wouldn’t need to bother you again. Maybe you would get an invitation to the July Fourth picnic. One of the family now. A solid guy who helps out.”
“It’s not my property,” Hogan said. “I rent a room. I don’t think I have the authority.”
“Maybe the other gentleman, in the living room.”
“You need to take our word for it, and you need to leave now.”
“Don’t worry about the weed,” the guy said. “Is that it? I could smell it down the street. I don’t care about weed. I’m not a cop. I’m not here to bust you. I’m a representative from the local mutual aid society. We work hard in the community. We achieve impressive results.”
“Take our word for it,” Hogan said again.
“Who else is in the house?”
“No one.”
“Been alone all night?”
“We had people over for the evening.”
“What people?”
“Friends,” Hogan said. “We had Chinese food and a little wine.”
“Did they stay over?”
“No.”
“How many friends?”
“Two.”
“A man and a woman, by any chance?”
“Not the man and woman you’re looking for.”
“How do you know?”
“Because they can’t be. They’re just regular folks. Like you said.”
“You sure they didn’t stay over?”
“I saw them leave.”
“OK,” the guy said. “Then you have nothing to worry about. I’ll just take a quick glance around. I’ll know right away anyway. I have some experience in these matters. I was a police detective back in Tirana. Usually I found it impossible for a person to be in a house without leaving visible clues somewhere, including about who they were, and why they were there.”
Hogan had no answer.
Reacher and Abby heard footsteps in the hallway directly below them. The guy had stepped inside.
Abby whispered, “I can’t believe Hogan let him in. Obviously this guy will look everywhere. It won’t be a quick glance around. Hogan fell for it.”
“Hogan is doing fine,” Reacher said. “He’s a U.S. Marine. He has a sound grasp of strategy. He gave us plenty of time to get dressed and make the bed and get the window open, so that right about now, as the guy steps inside, we climb outside, and we hide on the roof or in the yard, and the guy doesn’t find us, and he goes away happy, all without a single moment of confrontation. The best fights are the ones you don’t have. Even Marines understand that.”
“But we’re not climbing out the window. We’re just standing here. We’re not following the plan.”
“There might be an alternative approach.”
“Like what?”
“Maybe something more army than Marine Corps.”
“Like what?” she said again.
“Let’s wait and see what happens,” he said.
Below them they heard the guy tramp his way into the parlor.
They heard him say, “You’re musicians?”
“Yes.”
“You play our clubs?”
“Yes.”
“Not anymore, unless your attitude improves.”
No reply. Silence for a second. Then from above they heard the guy move out to the hallway again, and onward into the kitchen.
“Chinese food,” they heard him say. “Lots of containers. You were telling the truth.”
“Plus wine,” Hogan said. “Like I told you.”
They heard a clink. Two empty bottles, picked up or knocked together or otherwise examined or inspected or disturbed.
Then silence.
Then they heard the guy say, “What’s this?”
They heard the air suck out of the room.
No sound at all.
Until they heard the guy answer his own question.
They heard him say, “It’s a scrap of paper with the Albanian word for ugly written on it.”
Chapter 30
Reacher and Abby stepped out the bedroom door, to the upstairs hallway. Below them in the kitchen there was no sound. Just some kind of silent tension, hissing and crackling off the tile. Reacher pictured worried glances, Barton to Hogan, Hogan to Barton.
Abby whispered, “We should go down there and help them out.”
“We can’t,” Reacher said. “If that guy sees us here, we can’t let him leave.”
“Why not?”
“He would report back. This address would be blown forever. Barton could get all kinds of problems in the future. They would stop him playing their clubs, for sure. Hogan, too. Same boat. They got to eat.”
Then he paused.
Abby said, “What do you mean, can’t let him leave?”
“There are a number of options.”
“You mean take him prisoner?”
“Maybe this house has a cellar.”
“What are the other options?”
“There’s a range. I’m pretty much a whatever works kind of guy.”
Abby said, “I guess this is my fault. I shouldn’t have left the paper.”
“You were defending me. It was nice of you.”
“Still a mistake.”
“Spilled milk,” Reacher said. “Move on. Don’t waste mental energy.”
Below them the conversation started up again.
They heard the guy ask, “Are you learning a new language?”
No answer.
“Probably better not to start with Albanian. And probably better not to start with this particular word. It’s kind of subtle. It has a bunch of meanings. Country people use it. I guess originally it’s an old folk word, from long ago. It’s quite rare now. Not used often.”
No response.
“Why did you write it on a scrap of paper?”
No reply.
“Actually I don’t think you did. I think this is a woman’s handwriting. I told you, I have experience in these matters. I was a police detective in Tirana. I like to keep abreast of relevant data. Especially concerning my new country. The woman who wrote this word is too young to have learned formal cursive penmanship in school. She’s less than forty.”
No answer.
“Perhaps she’s your friend, who came to dinner. Because the paper was left on the table among the cartons of food. In what they call the same archaeological layer. Which means they were deposited at the same time.”
Hogan said nothing.
The guy asked, “Is your friend who came to dinner less than forty?”
Hogan said, “She’s about thirty, I guess.”
“And she came over for Chinese food and a little wine.”
No answer.
“And maybe some weed, and some gossip about people you both know, and then some serious conversation, about your lives, and the state of the world.”
“I suppose,” Hogan said.
“In the middle of which she suddenly jumped up and found a scrap of paper and wrote a single rare and subtle word in a foreign language completely unknown to most Americans. Can you explain that to me?”
“She’s a smart person. Maybe she was talking about something. Maybe it was the exact right word, if it’s so rare and subtle. Smart people do that. They use foreign words. Maybe she wrote it down for me. So I could look it up later.”
“Possible,” the guy said. “Some other time, I might have shrugged my shoulders and let it go at that. Stranger things have happened. Except I don’t like coincidences. Especially not four all at once. First coincidence is she wasn’t here alone. She had a male partner. Second coincidence is, I’ve seen that rare word a lot in the last twelve hours. In text messages on my phone. Contained in descriptions of our male fugitive. Like I said at the beginning, a man and a woman. I said she’s small and dark, and he’s big and ugly.”
Upstairs in the hallway Abby whispered, “This is going to turn bad.”
Like a waitress smelling a bar fight coming.
“Probably,” Reacher said.
Below them they heard the guy say, “The third coincidence is that a phone with copies of those same messages on it was stolen last night. At one point recently it was switched on for twenty minutes. No calls were made or received. But twenty minutes is long enough to read plenty of texts. Long enough to note down the hard words to work on later.”