"Room one twenty," the fifteenth clerk said.
"Thank you," I said. Put the phone down.
I lay there. Closed my eyes. Breathed out. I put the phone back on the nightstand thing and checked the map. The fifteenth hotel was three blocks away. North of the main drag. I left the room key on the bed and went back out to the car. The engine was still warm. I"d been in there about twenty-five minutes.
I had to drive three blocks east before I could make a left. Then three blocks north before I could make another. I went around a kind of jagged spiral. I found the fifteenth hotel and parked at the door. Went into the lobby. It was a dingy sort of a place. Not clean, not well lit. It looked like a cave.
"Can I help you?" the desk guy asked.
"No," I said.
I followed an arrow down a warren of corridors. Found room one twenty. Rapped on the door. I heard the rattle of the chain going on. I stood there. The door cracked open.
"h.e.l.lo, Reacher," he said.
"h.e.l.lo, Hubble," I said.
HE WAS SPILLING OVER WITH QUESTIONS FOR ME, BUT I JUST hustled him out to the car. We had four hours on the road for all that stuff. We had to get going. I was over two hours ahead of schedule. I wanted to keep it that way. I wanted to put those two hours in the bank. I figured I might need them later. hustled him out to the car. We had four hours on the road for all that stuff. We had to get going. I was over two hours ahead of schedule. I wanted to keep it that way. I wanted to put those two hours in the bank. I figured I might need them later.
He looked OK. He wasn"t a wreck. He"d been running for six days and it had done him good. It had burned off that complacent gloss he"d had. Left him looking a little more tight and rangy. A bit tougher. More like my type of a guy. He was dressed up in cheap chainstore clothes and he was wearing socks. He was using an old pair of spectacles made from stainless steel. A seven-dollar digital watch covered the band of pale skin where the Rolex had been. He looked like a plumber or the guy who runs your local m.u.f.fler franchise.
He had no bags. He was traveling light. He just glanced around his room and walked out with me. Like he couldn"t believe his life on the road was over. Like he might be going to miss it to a degree. We stepped through the dark lobby and out into the night. He stopped when he saw the car parked at the door.
"You came in Charlie"s car?" he said.
"She was worried about you," I told him. "She asked me to find you."
He nodded. Looked blank.
"What"s with the tinted gla.s.s?" he said.
I grinned at him and shrugged.
"Don"t ask," I said. "Long story."
I started up and eased away from the hotel. He should have asked me right away how Charlie was, but something was bothering him. I had seen when he cracked the hotel room door that a tidal wave of relief had hit him. But he had a tiny reservation. It was a pride thing. He"d been running and hiding. He"d thought he"d been doing it well. But he hadn"t been, because I had found him. He was thinking about that. He was relieved and disappointed all at the same time.
"How the h.e.l.l did you find me?" he asked.
I shrugged at him again.
"Easy," I said. "I"ve had a lot of practice. I"ve found a lot of guys. Spent years picking up deserters for the army."
I was threading through the grids, working my way back to the highway. I could see the line of lights streaming west, but the on-ramp was like the prize at the center of a maze. I was unwinding the same jagged spiral I"d been forced around on the way in.
"But how did you do it?" he said. "I could have been anywhere."
"No, you couldn"t," I said. "That was the exact point. That"s what made it easy. You had no credit cards, no driver"s license, no ID. All you had was cash. So you weren"t using planes or rental cars. You were stuck with the bus."
I found the on-ramp. Concentrated on the lane-change and nudged the wheel. Accelerated up the ramp and merged with the flow back toward Atlanta.
"That gave me a start," I said to him. "Then I put myself in your shoes, psychologically. You were terrified for your family. So I figured you"d circle around Margrave at a distance. You"d want to feel you were still connected, consciously or subconsciously. You took the taxi up to the Atlanta bus depot, right?"
"Right," he said. "First bus out of there was to Memphis, but I waited for the next one. Memphis was too far. I didn"t want to go that far away."
"That"s what made it easy," I said. "You were circling Margrave. Not too close, not too far. And counterclockwise. Give people a free choice, they always go counterclockwise. It"s a universal truth, Hubble. All I had to do was to count the days and study the map and predict the hop you"d take each time. I figure Monday you were in Birmingham, Alabama. Tuesday was Montgomery, Wednesday was Columbus. I had a problem with Thursday. I gambled on Macon, but I thought it was maybe too close to Margrave."
He nodded.
"Thursday was a nightmare," he said. "I was in Macon, some terrible dive, didn"t sleep a wink."
"So Friday morning you came out here to Augusta," I said. "My other big gamble was you stayed here two nights. I figured you were shaken up after Macon, maybe running out of energy. I really wasn"t sure. I nearly went up to Greenville tonight, up in South Carolina. But I guessed right."
Hubble went quiet. He"d thought he"d been invisible, but he"d been circling Margrave like a beacon flashing away in the night sky.
"But I used a false name," he said. Defiantly.
"You used five false names," I said. "Five nights, five hotels, five names. The fifth name was the same as the first name, right?"
He was amazed. He thought back and nodded.
"How the h.e.l.l did you know that?" he said again.
"I"ve hunted a lot of guys," I said. "And I knew a little about you."
"Knew what?" he said.
"You"re a Beatles guy," I said. "You told me about visiting the Dakota building and going to Liverpool in England. You"ve got just about every Beatles CD ever made in your den. So the first night, you were at some hotel desk and you signed Paul Lennon, right?"
"Right," he said.
"Not John Lennon," I said. "People usually stick with their own first name. I don"t know why, but they usually do. So you were Paul Lennon. Tuesday, you were Paul Mc-Cartney. Wednesday, you were Paul Harrison. Thursday, you were Paul Starr. Friday in Augusta, you started over again with Paul Lennon, right?"
"Right," he said. "But there"s a million hotels in Augusta. Conventions, golf. How the h.e.l.l did you know where to look?"
"I thought about it," I said. "You got in Friday, late morning, coming in from the west. Guy like you walks back the way he"s already seen. Feels safer that way. You"d been on the bus four hours, you were cramped up, you wanted the air, so you walked a spell, maybe a quarter mile. Then you got panicky and dived off the main drag a block or two. So I had a pretty small target area. Eighteen places. You were in number fifteen."
He shook his head. Mixed feelings. We barreled on down the road in the dark. The big old Bentley loped along, a hair over the legal limit.
"How are things in Margrave now?" he asked me.
That was the big question. He asked it tentatively, like he was nervous about it. I was nervous about answering it. I backed off the gas a little and slowed down. Just in case he got so upset that he grabbed at me. I didn"t want to wreck the car. Didn"t have time for that.
"We"re in deep s.h.i.t," I told him. "We"ve got about seven hours to fix it."
I saved the worst part for last. I told him Charlie and the kids had gone with an FBI agent back on Monday. Because of the danger. And then I told him the FBI agent had been Picard.
There was silence in the car. I drove on three, four miles in the silence. It was more than a silence. It was a crushing vacuum of stillness. Like all the atmosphere had been sucked off the planet. It was a silence that roared and buzzed in my ears.
He started clenching and unclenching his hands. Started rocking back and forth on the big leather chair beside me. But then he went quiet. His reaction never really got going. Never really took hold. His brain just shut down and refused to react anymore. Like a circuit breaker clicking open. It was too big and too awful to react to. He just looked at me.
"OK," he said. "Then you"ll have to get them back, won"t you?"
I sped up again. Charged on toward Atlanta.
"I"ll get them back," I said. "But I"ll need your help. That"s why I picked you up first."
He nodded again. He had crashed through the barrier. He had stopped worrying and started relaxing. He was up on that plateau where you just did whatever needed doing. I knew that place. I lived there.
TWENTY MILES OUT FROM AUGUSTA WE SAW FLASHING lights up ahead and guys waving danger flares. There was an accident on the other side of the divider. A truck had plowed into a parked sedan. A gaggle of other vehicles were slewed all over the place. There were drifts of what looked like litter lying around. A big crowd of people was milling about, collecting it up. We crawled past in a slow line of traffic. Hubble watched out the window. lights up ahead and guys waving danger flares. There was an accident on the other side of the divider. A truck had plowed into a parked sedan. A gaggle of other vehicles were slewed all over the place. There were drifts of what looked like litter lying around. A big crowd of people was milling about, collecting it up. We crawled past in a slow line of traffic. Hubble watched out the window.
"I"m very sorry about your brother," he said. "I had no idea. I guess I got him killed, didn"t I?"
He slumped down in the seat. But I wanted to keep him talking. He had to stay on the ball. So I asked him the question I"d been waiting a week to ask.
"How the h.e.l.l did you get into all this?" I said.
He shrugged. Blew a big sigh at the windshield. Like it was impossible to imagine any way of getting into it. Like it was impossible to imagine any way of staying out of it.
"I lost my job," he said. A simple statement. "I was devastated. I felt angry and upset. And scared, Reacher. We"d been living a dream, you know? A golden dream. It was a perfect, idyllic life. I was earning a fortune and I was spending a fortune. It was totally fabulous. But then I started hearing things. The retail operation was under threat. My department was under review. I suddenly realized I was just one paycheck away from disaster. Then the department got shut down. I got canned. And the paychecks stopped."
"And?" I said.
"I was out of my head," he said. "I was so angry. I had worked my b.u.t.t off for those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. I was good at my job. I had made them a fortune. And they just slung me out like suddenly I was s.h.i.t on their shoe. And I was scared. I was going to lose it all, right? And I was tired. I couldn"t start again at the bottom of something else. I was too old and I had no energy. I just didn"t know what to do."
"And then Kliner turned up?" I said.
He nodded. Looked pale.
"He had heard about it," he said. "I guess Teale told him. Teale knows everything about everybody. Kliner called me within a couple of days. I hadn"t even told Charlie at that point. I couldn"t face it. He called me and asked me to meet him up at the airport. He was in a private jet, on his way back from Venezuela. He flew me out to the Bahamas for lunch, and we talked. I was flattered, to be honest."
"And?" I said.
"He gave me a lot of c.r.a.p," Hubble said. "He was telling me to look at it as an opportunity to get out. He was saying I should dump the corporate thing, I should come and do a real job, make some real money, with him. I didn"t know much about him. I knew about the family fortune and the Foundation, obviously, but I"d never met him face to face. But he was clearly a very rich and successful guy. And very, very smart. And there he was, sitting in a private jet, asking me to work with him. Not for him, with him. I was flattered and I was desperate and I was worried and I said yes."
"And then?" I said.
"He called me again the next day," Hubble said. "He was sending the plane for me. I had to fly down to the Kliner plant in Venezuela to meet with him. So I did. I was only there one day. Didn"t get to see anything. Then he flew me to Jacksonville. I was in the lawyer"s office for a week. After that, it was too late. I couldn"t get out."
"Why not?" I asked him.
"It was a h.e.l.l of a week," he said. "It sounds like a short time, right? Just a week. But he did a real job on me. First day, it was all flattery. All temptation. He signed me up to a huge salary, bonuses, whatever I wanted. We went to clubs and hotels and he was spending money like it was out of a faucet. Tuesday, I started work. The actual job was a challenge. It was very difficult after what I"d been doing at the bank. It was so specialized. He wanted cash, of course, but he wanted dollars only. Nothing but singles. I had no idea why. And he wanted records. Very tight books. But I could handle it. And he was a relaxed boss. No pressures, no problems. The problems started Wednesday."
"How?" I said.
"Wednesday, I asked him what was going on," he said. "And he told me. He just told me exactly what he was doing. But he said now I was doing it too. I was involved. I had to stay quiet. Thursday, I was getting really unhappy. I couldn"t believe it. I told him I wanted out. So he drove me down to some awful place. His son was there. He had two Hispanic guys there with him. There was this other guy chained up in a back room. Kliner said this was a guy who had stepped out of line. He told me to watch carefully. His son just kicked the guy to a pulp. All over the room, right in front of me. Then the Hispanic guys got their knives out and just hacked the poor guy apart. There was blood everywhere. It was horrible. I couldn"t believe it. I threw up all over the place."
"Go on," I said.
"It was a nightmare," Hubble said. "I couldn"t sleep that night. I thought I"d never sleep again, any night. Friday morning, we flew home. We sat together on the little jet and he told me what would happen. He said it wouldn"t be just me who got cut up. It would be Charlie too. He was discussing it with me. Which of her nipples would he slice off first? Left or right? Then after we were dead, which of the children would he start with? Lucy or Ben? It was a nightmare. He said they"d nail me to the wall. I was s.h.i.tting myself. Then we landed and he called Charlie and insisted we go to dinner with him. He told her we were doing business together. Charlie was delighted because Kliner is such a big deal in the county. It was a total nightmare because I had to pretend there was nothing wrong. I hadn"t even told Charlie I"d lost my job. I had to pretend I was still at the bank. And the whole evening that b.a.s.t.a.r.d was asking politely after Charlie and the children and smiling at me."
We went quiet. I skirted around the southeast corner of Atlanta again, looking for the highway south. The big city glowed and glittered on the right. To the left was the dark empty ma.s.s of the rural southeast. I found the highway and accelerated south. Down toward one little dot in that dark empty ma.s.s.
"Then what?" I asked him.
"I started work at the warehouse," he said. "That"s where he wanted me."
"Doing what?" I said.
"Managing the supply," he said. "I had a little office in there, and I had to arrange to get the dollars, and then I"d supervise the loading and shipping."
"Sherman Stoller was the driver?" I asked him.
"Right," he said. "He was trusted to do the Florida run. I"d send him out with a million dollar bills a week. Sometimes the gatemen did it if Sherman had a day off. But it was usually him. He helped me with the boxes and the loading. We had to work like crazy. A million dollars in singles is a h.e.l.l of a sight. You"ve got no idea. It was like trying to empty a swimming pool with a shovel."
"But Sherman was stealing, right?" I said.
He nodded. I saw the flash of his steel gla.s.ses in the glow from the dash.
"The money got counted properly in Venezuela," he said. "I used to get accurate totals back after about a month or so. I used them to cross-check my weighing formula. Many times, we were about a hundred grand down. No way had I made that kind of mistake. It was a trivial amount, because we were generating four billion in excellent fakes at the other end, so who cared? But it was about a boxful every time. That would be a large margin of error, so I figured Sherman was stealing the occasional box."
"And?" I said.
"I warned him off," Hubble said. "I mean, I wasn"t going to tell anybody about it. I just told him to take care, because Kliner would kill him if he found out. Might get me into trouble as well. I was already worried enough about what I was doing. The whole thing was insane. Kliner was importing a lot of the fakes. He couldn"t resist it. I thought it made the whole thing way too visible. Teale was spending the fakes like confetti, prettying up the town."
"And what about the last twelve months?" I asked him.
He shrugged and shook his head.
"We had to stop the shipping," he said. "The Coast Guard thing made it impossible. Kliner decided to stockpile instead. He figured the interdiction couldn"t last. He knew the Coast Guard budget wouldn"t stand it for long. But it just lasted and lasted. It was a h.e.l.l of a year. The tension was awful. And now the Coast Guard"s finally pulling back, it"s caught us by surprise. Kliner figured it"s lasted this long, it would last until after the election in November. We"re not ready to ship. Not ready at all. It"s all just piled up in there. It"s not boxed yet."
"When did you contact Joe?" I asked him.
"Joe?" he said. "Was that your brother"s name? I knew him as Polo."
I nodded.
"Palo," I said. "It"s where he was born. It"s a town on Leyte. Philippine Islands. The hospital was converted from an old cathedral. I had malaria shots there when I was seven."
He went quiet for a mile, like he was paying his respects.