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Reacher asked, “Why did you bring me here?” “Like you said, the deputies are barking up the wrong tree.” “So?” “You have to do something.” “I will do something. Believe it. There are dead men walking, as of right now. You don’t throw my friends out of helicopters and live to tell the tale.”
“But what kind of a thing can disappear six people? Six of our people?” “I hate to think,” Reacher said, and then he went quiet. In the past he would have put his people up against anyone. Many times, he had. And they had always come through, against worse opponents than you normally find among the civilian population. Worse, because military training tended to enhance a criminal’s repertoire in several important areas.
“Is Dodgers a people name?” “Of course it is. Baseball is played by people.”
“You haven’t changed.” “I’ve gotten worse. Have you changed?” “If I have I’m ready to change back.”
“It doubles everything. Now I can’t let him down.” “You weren’t going to in the first place.”
“Awful,” Neagley said. “You bet. I like dogs. If I lived anywhere I’d have three or four. We’re going to rent a helicopter and we’re going to throw these guys out one by one in little pieces.” “When?” “Soon.” O’Donnell said, “We’re going to need more than we’ve got now.” Reacher said, “So let’s start looking.”
“So are we suspects?” “Maybe. In the absence of any others.” “How stupid are they?” “They’re about normal. Even we looked at known associates if we struck out everywhere else.” Reacher said, “You do not mess with the special investigators.” “Correct,” Neagley said. “But we just messed with the LA County deputies. Big time. I hope they don’t have a similar slogan.” “You can bet your ass they do.”
They set up in Dixon’s room. According to the desk guy, Leonardo DiCaprio had been in there once, but there was no remaining sign of him.
Heh
Dixon came back thirty minutes later. Said, “He didn’t shoot me.” “That’s good,” Reacher said. “I certainly thought so.”
“No wonder the record business is in trouble,” he said. “They don’t make these things very easy to enjoy.”
HA
“Pieces of shit,” Neagley said. “Better than throwing stones,” O’Donnell said. “Too big for my hand,” Dixon said. “I like the Glock 19, personally.” “I like anything that works,” Reacher said. “The Glock holds seventeen rounds.” “It only takes one per head. I’ve never had seventeen people after me all at once.” “Could happen.”
His life and his history lacked many things. He had never known stability or normality or comfort or convention. He had never counted on anything except surprise and unpredictability and danger. He took things exactly as they came, for exactly what they were. Therefore he heard the slide rack back and felt no disabling shock. No panic. No stab of disbelief. It seemed entirely natural and reasonable to him that he should be walking down a street at night and listening to a man preparing to shoot him in the back. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing, no self-doubt, no inhibition. There
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“I’m going to kill you.” “Plenty of folks have tried,” Reacher said. “I’m still here. They aren’t.”
“They’re all waiting for us in Highland Park.” Reacher nodded. Between them they had two Glocks and sixty-eight rounds. Plus their recent purchases in the Prelude’s trunk. Two against seven or more. No time. No element of surprise. A fortified position with no way in. A hopeless situation. “We’re good to go,” Reacher said.
FUCK yeah
