by.
The doctor said, 'We haven't heard any news.'
Reacher nodded. 'Because you weren't allowed to use the phone. But it rang, and so you think something new has happened.'
'We think three new things have happened. Because it rang three times.'
'Best guess?'
'The gang war. Three men left, three phone calls. Maybe they're all dead now.'
'They can't all be dead. The winner must still be alive, at least. Murder-suicide isn't normally a feature of gang fights.'
'OK, then maybe it's two dead. Maybe the man in the Cadillac got the Italians.'
Reacher shook his head. 'More likely the other way around. The man in the Cadillac will get picked off very easily. Because he's alone, and because he's new up here. This terrain is very weird. It takes some getting used to. The Italians have been here longer than him. In fact they've been here longer than me, and I feel like I've been here for ever.'
The doctor's wife said, 'I don't see how this is a gang war at all. Why would a criminal in Las Vegas or wherever just step aside because two of his men got hurt in Nebraska?'
Reacher said, 'The two at the motel got more than hurt.'
'You know what I mean.'
'Think about it,' Reacher said. 'Suppose the big guy is at home in Vegas, taking it easy by the pool, smoking a cigar, and his supplier calls him up and says he's cutting him out of the chain. What does the big guy do? He sends his boys over, that's what. But his boys just got beat. So he's bankrupt now. He's fresh out of threats. He's powerless. It's over for him.'
'He must have more boys.'
'They all have more boys. They can choose to fight two on two, or ten on ten, or twenty on twenty, and there's always a winner and there's always a loser. They accept the referee's decision and they move on. They're like rutting stags. It's in their DNA.'
'So what kind of gangs are they?'
'The usual kind. The kind that makes big money out of something illegal.'
'What kind of something?'
'I don't know. But it's not gambling debts. It's not something theoretical on paper. It's something real. Something physical. With weight, and dimensions. It has to be. That's what the Duncans do. They run a transportation company. So they're trucking something in, and it's getting passed along from A to B to C to D.'
'Drugs?'
'I don't think so. You don't need to truck drugs south to Vegas. You can get them direct from Mexico or South America. Or California.'
'Drug money, then. To be laundered in the casinos. From the big cities in the East, maybe coming through Chicago.'
'Possible,' Reacher said. 'Certainly it's something very valuable, which is why they're all in such an uproar. It has to be the kind of thing where you smile and rub your hands when you see it rolling in through the gate. And it's late now, possibly, which is why there are so many boots on the ground up here. They're all anxious. They all want to see it arrive, because it's physical, and valuable. They all want to put their hands on it and babysit their share. But first of all, they want to help bust up the logjam.'
'Which is what?'
'Me, I think. Either the Duncans are late for some other reason and they're using me as an excuse, or this is something a stranger absolutely can't be allowed to see. Maybe the area has to be sanitized before it can come in. Have you ever been told to stay away from anywhere for periods of time?'
'Not really.'
'Have you ever seen any weird stuff arrive? Any big unexplained vehicles?'
'We see Duncan trucks all the time. Not so much in the winter.'
'I heard the harvest trucks are all in Ohio.'
'They are. Nothing more than vans here now.'
Reacher nodded. 'One of which was missing from the depot. Three spaces, two vans. So what kind of a thing is valuable and fits in a van?'
Jacob Duncan saw that Roberto Cassano's mind had been changed once and for all by the dead man in the Cadillac's trunk. Mancini's, too. Now they both accepted that Reacher was a genuine threat. How else could they react? The dead man had no marks on him. None at all. So what had Reacher done to him? Frightened him to death? Jacob could see both Cassano and Mancini thinking about it. So he waited patiently and eventually Cassano looked across the table at him and said, 'I apologize, most