kidnapped five years ago. That was just a cover story. Lane murdered her.”
CHAPTER 18
PATTI JOSEPH BROUGHT Jack Reacher black coffee in a huge white Wedgwood mug. Twenty ounce. Venti. She set it on an oversized coaster and turned her back on him and sat on the dining chair at the window. Picked up the pen in her right hand and the binoculars in her left. They looked heavy. She held them the way a shot putter holds the big iron ball, balanced on her open palm, close to her neck.
“Edward Lane is a cold man,” she said. “He demands loyalty and respect and obedience. He
needs
those things, like a junkie needs a fix. That’s what this whole mercenary venture is about, really. He couldn’t bear losing his command position, when he left the military. So he decided to re-create it all over again. He needs to give orders and have them obeyed. Like you or I need to breathe. He’s borderline mentally ill, I think. Psychotic.”
“And?” Reacher said.
“He ignores his stepdaughter. Have you noticed that?”
Reacher said nothing.
He didn’t mention Jade had been taken until later,
he thought.
He had her cropped out of the picture in the living room.
“My sister Anne wasn’t very obedient,” Patti said. “Nothing outrageous. Nothing unreasonable. But Edward Lane ran the marriage like a military operation. Anne couldn’t handle it. And the more she chafed, the more Lane demanded discipline. It became his fetish.”
“What did she see in him in the first place?”
“He can be charismatic. He’s strong and silent. And intelligent, in a narrow way.”
“What was she before?”
“A model.”
Reacher said nothing.
“Yes,” Patti said. “Just like the next one.”
“What happened?”
“Between them they drove the marriage on the rocks. It was inevitable, I guess. One day she told me she wanted a divorce. I was all in favor of that, of course. It was the best thing for her. But she tried to do the whole drag-out knock-down thing. Alimony, division of assets, the whole nine yards. Which was the worst possible thing she could have done. I knew it was a mistake. I told her just to get the hell out while she still could. But she had brought money to the relationship. Lane had used it for part of his initial stake. Anne wanted her share back. But Lane couldn’t even handle the insubordination of his wife wanting out of the marriage. To be made to give her money as well was out of the question for him. And it would have been a public humiliation, because he would have had to go out and find another investor. So he went completely postal. He faked a kidnapping and had her killed.”
Silence for a moment.
“The police were involved,” Reacher said. “The FBI, too. There must have been a certain level of scrutiny.”
Patti turned around to face the room. Smiled, sadly.
“Here we go,” she said. “We’ve reached the point where the little sister is sounding a little crazy and obsessed. But obviously Lane planned it well. He made it seem very real.”
“How?”
“His men. He employs a bunch of killers. They’re all used to obeying orders. And they’re all smart. They all know how to do stuff like this. And they aren’t virgins. Every single one of them has been out on covert operations. And probably every single one of them has killed before, up close and personal.”
Reacher nodded.
No question about it. Every one of them has. Many times.
“You got any particular suspects in mind?” he asked.
“None of the guys you’ve seen,” Patti said. “Nobody who’s still in the A-team. I don’t think the dynamic would permit that. Not as time went by. I don’t think it would be sustainable, psychologically. But I don’t think he would have used B-teamers. He would have needed people he could have trusted completely.”
“So who?”
“A-team guys who aren’t around anymore.”
“Who would be in that category?”
“There were two,” Patti said. “A guy called Hobart and a guy called
CHAPTER 18
PATTI JOSEPH BROUGHT Jack Reacher black coffee in a huge white Wedgwood mug. Twenty ounce. Venti. She set it on an oversized coaster and turned her back on him and sat on the dining chair at the window. Picked up the pen in her right hand and the binoculars in her left. They looked heavy. She held them the way a shot putter holds the big iron ball, balanced on her open palm, close to her neck.
“Edward Lane is a cold man,” she said. “He demands loyalty and respect and obedience. He
needs
those things, like a junkie needs a fix. That’s what this whole mercenary venture is about, really. He couldn’t bear losing his command position, when he left the military. So he decided to re-create it all over again. He needs to give orders and have them obeyed. Like you or I need to breathe. He’s borderline mentally ill, I think. Psychotic.”
“And?” Reacher said.
“He ignores his stepdaughter. Have you noticed that?”
Reacher said nothing.
He didn’t mention Jade had been taken until later,
he thought.
He had her cropped out of the picture in the living room.
“My sister Anne wasn’t very obedient,” Patti said. “Nothing outrageous. Nothing unreasonable. But Edward Lane ran the marriage like a military operation. Anne couldn’t handle it. And the more she chafed, the more Lane demanded discipline. It became his fetish.”
“What did she see in him in the first place?”
“He can be charismatic. He’s strong and silent. And intelligent, in a narrow way.”
“What was she before?”
“A model.”
Reacher said nothing.
“Yes,” Patti said. “Just like the next one.”
“What happened?”
“Between them they drove the marriage on the rocks. It was inevitable, I guess. One day she told me she wanted a divorce. I was all in favor of that, of course. It was the best thing for her. But she tried to do the whole drag-out knock-down thing. Alimony, division of assets, the whole nine yards. Which was the worst possible thing she could have done. I knew it was a mistake. I told her just to get the hell out while she still could. But she had brought money to the relationship. Lane had used it for part of his initial stake. Anne wanted her share back. But Lane couldn’t even handle the insubordination of his wife wanting out of the marriage. To be made to give her money as well was out of the question for him. And it would have been a public humiliation, because he would have had to go out and find another investor. So he went completely postal. He faked a kidnapping and had her killed.”
Silence for a moment.
“The police were involved,” Reacher said. “The FBI, too. There must have been a certain level of scrutiny.”
Patti turned around to face the room. Smiled, sadly.
“Here we go,” she said. “We’ve reached the point where the little sister is sounding a little crazy and obsessed. But obviously Lane planned it well. He made it seem very real.”
“How?”
“His men. He employs a bunch of killers. They’re all used to obeying orders. And they’re all smart. They all know how to do stuff like this. And they aren’t virgins. Every single one of them has been out on covert operations. And probably every single one of them has killed before, up close and personal.”
Reacher nodded.
No question about it. Every one of them has. Many times.
“You got any particular suspects in mind?” he asked.
“None of the guys you’ve seen,” Patti said. “Nobody who’s still in the A-team. I don’t think the dynamic would permit that. Not as time went by. I don’t think it would be sustainable, psychologically. But I don’t think he would have used B-teamers. He would have needed people he could have trusted completely.”
“So who?”
“A-team guys who aren’t around anymore.”
“Who would be in that category?”
“There were two,” Patti said. “A guy called Hobart and a guy called
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