Reacher said nothing, and Arthur came out of the blind spot behind his shoulder, and bent down and whispered in the kid’s ear, quietly, but his hard consonants made it clear what he was saying, which was:
Warrant Officer Pete Espin.
Reacher looked at Turner, and Turner shook her head, which meant Espin had men in the coach, at least two, probably armed, and probably close by. Espin got comfortable on the bench, and then he cupped his hands, like he was reassembling a shuffled deck, and he said, ‘You’re not her daddy.’
Reacher said, ‘Apparently.’
‘I checked, just for the fun of it. The State Department said Ms Dayton never had a passport. The DoD said she never entered Korea on any other kind of document. So I checked some more, and it turns out the lawyer is selling stuff on the internet. Any kind of document, saying anything you want it to say. At one of two price levels, either paper only, or plausible. In this type of case plausible means real women, real children, and a real Xerox of a real birth certificate. And this guy is not the only one. This is a thriving business. There’s a lot of inventory. You want a kid born on a certain date, you can take your pick.’
‘Who bought the affidavit?’
‘He gave his name as Romeo, but his money was good. Out of the Cayman Islands.’
‘When did Romeo buy it?’
‘The same morning Major Turner was arrested. It’s an instant service. You tell them the names and the places and the dates and they doctor the boilerplate. You can even upload text, if you want. The documents are done in a computer and they come by e-mail, and they look like photocopies. Candice Dayton was chosen because of her kid’s birthdate. The lawyer knew her as a waitress, from eating in here. She got a hundred bucks for signing her name. But the birthdate was dumb. Did you notice that? It was exactly halfway through your time at Red Cloud. As in, exactly. Which sounds like a guy looking at a calendar, not natural biology.’
‘Good point,’ Reacher said.
‘So you’re off the hook.’
‘But why was I ever on the hook? That’s the big question. You got an answer for me? Why did Romeo buy that affidavit?’
Espin said nothing.
‘And who is Romeo really?’ Reacher asked.
No answer.
Turner said, ‘What happens next?’
Espin said, ‘You’re under arrest.’
‘Is Reacher too?’
‘Affirmative.’
‘You need to call Major Sullivan at JAG.’
‘She called me first. The Big Dog thing is dead in the water, but between stepping into that cell at Dyer and this moment now, Reacher has committed about a hundred crimes we know about, and maybe more beyond that, from unlawful incarceration of a person in furtherance of a separate felony, to creditcard fraud.’
Reacher said, ‘Did you get a message from us through Sergeant Leach?’
‘Apparently you want me to get over myself.’
‘I asked what you would have done differently.’
‘I would have placed my trust in the system.’
‘Bullshit.’
‘Especially if I was innocent.’
‘Was I innocent?’
Espin said, ‘Initially.’
Reacher said, ‘You didn’t answer my question. Why did Romeo buy that affidavit?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘And could it have been Romeo who let the Dog out again?’
‘Possibly.’
‘Why would he do that? And the other thing? The two phony affidavits. What was their purpose? What was their only possible purpose?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Yes, you do. You’re a smart guy.’
‘Romeo wanted you to run.’
‘Why did Romeo want me to run?’
‘Because you were in Major Turner’s business.’
‘And what does that say about Major Turner’s business? If she’s guilty, Romeo should want me as a witness. He should want me on the stand, confirming all the grisly details for the jury.’
Espin paused a beat. Then he said, ‘I have orders to bring you back, majors. Both of you. The rest of it is above my pay grade.’
‘You know it’s a frame,’ Reacher said. ‘You just told me Romeo has money in the Cayman Islands. He created Major Turner’s account himself. This is not rocket surgery. You’ve seen better scams than this. This is the idiots’ guide. Therefore it’s certain to fall apart. Most likely real soon. Because Turner and I are not morons. We’re going to burn their house down. Which gives you a choice. Either you’re the drone who brings us home in handcuffs mere days before our greatest triumph, or you engage your brain and you start figuring out where you want to be when the dust settles.’
‘Which would be where?’
‘Not here.’
Espin shook his head. ‘You know how it is. I have to come home with something.’
‘We can give you something.’
‘What kind of something?’