“She could tell that from the way he danced?”
“They were married a long time, Reacher. You get to know a person.”
“OK,” I said. “Thanks, Sanchez. I got to go.”
“Be careful.”
“Always am.”
I hung up and walked back to our table.
“Where now?” Summer said.
“Now we’re going to go see girls take their clothes off,” I said.
It was a short walk across the lot from the greasy spoon to the lounge bar. There were a few cars around, but not many. It was still early. It would be another couple of hours before the crowds really built up. The locals were still home, eating dinner, watching the sports news. Guys from Fort Bird were finishing chow time in the mess, showering, getting changed, hooking up in twos and threes, finding car keys, picking out designated drivers. But I still kept my eye out. I didn’t want to bump into a crowd of Delta people. Not outside in the dark. Time was too precious to waste.
We pulled the door and stepped inside. There was a new face behind the register. Maybe a friend or a relative of the fat guy. I didn’t know him. He didn’t know me. And we were in BDUs. No unit designations. No indication that we were MPs. So the new face was happy enough to see us. He figured us for a nice little upward tick in his first-hour cash flow. We walked right past him.
The place was less than one-tenth full. It felt very different that way. It felt cold and vast and empty. Like some kind of a factory. Without a press of bodies the music was louder and tinnier than ever. There were whole expanses of vacant floor. Whole acres. Hundreds of unoccupied chairs. There was only one girl performing. She was on the main stage. She was bathed in warm red light, but she looked cold and listless. I saw Summer watching her. Saw her shudder. I had said:
“Why are we here?” she asked.
“For the key to everything,” I said. “My biggest mistake.”
“Which was?”
“Watch,” I said.
I walked around to the dressing room door. Knocked twice. A girl I didn’t know opened up. She kept the door close to her body and stuck her head around. Maybe she was naked.
“I need to see Sin,” I said.
“She’s not here.”
“She is,” I said. “She’s got Christmas to pay for.”
“She’s busy.”
“Ten dollars,” I said. “Ten dollars to talk. No touching.”
The girl disappeared and the door swung shut behind her. I stood out of the way, so the first person Sin would see would be Summer. We waited. And waited. Then the door opened up again and Sin stepped out. She was in a tight sheath dress. It was pink. It sparkled. She was tall on clear plastic heels. I stepped behind her. Got between her and the dressing room door. She turned and saw me.
“Couple of questions,” I said. “That’s all.”
She looked better than the last time I had seen her. The bruises on her face were ten days old and were more or less healed up. Her makeup was maybe a little thicker than before. But that was the only sign of her troubles. Her eyes looked vacant. I guessed she had just shot up. Right between her toes.
“Ten dollars,” she said.
“Let’s sit,” I said.
We found a table far from a speaker. It was relatively quiet there. I took a ten-spot out of my pocket and held it out. Didn’t let go of it.
“You remember me?” I said.
She nodded.
“Remember that night?” I said.
She nodded again.
“OK, here’s the thing. Who hit you?”
“That soldier,” she said. “The one you were talking to just before.”
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