52 They stood around the Chrysler at a cautious and respectful distance, like it was a roped-off exhibit in a modern art museum. A 300C, dark blue, California plates. It was parked tight to the curb, locked up, still and cold, a little travel-stained. Neagley took out the keys that Reacher had found in the dying guy’s pocket and held them at arm’s length like the guy had held the gun, and pressed the remote button once. The blue Chrysler’s lights flashed and its doors unlocked with a ragged thunk. “It was behind the Chateau Marmont,” Reacher said. “Just waiting. That same guy was in it. His
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