was your boyfriend, for instance.”
“He isn’t,” she said, with an indignant gasp, as if the idea was absurd.
“What’s his name?”
“Carter,” she said.
“Where will I find him?”
“What time is it?” she said, suddenly looking around for her phone, which wasn’t there. Reacher had noticed many fewer people wearing watches. Phones did everything.
“Nearly eleven o’clock,” he said. “Four minutes to, plus a few seconds.”
“Seriously?”
“Why not? I took it as a serious question.”
“Plus a few seconds?”
“You think that’s too exact?”
“Most people would say five to. Or about eleven o’clock.”
“Which I would have, if you had asked me what time it was approximately. But you didn’t. You asked me what time it was, period. Three minutes and change now.”
“You’re not looking at your watch.”
“I don’t wear one,” he said. “Like you.”
“Then how do you know what time it is?”
“I don’t know.”
“For real?”
“Now it’s two minutes and maybe fifty seconds before eleven in the morning.”
“Wait,” she said. She went back out through the door in the rear wall. A long moment later she came back in with her phone. She laid it on the counter. The screen was dark.
She said, “What time is it now?”
“Wait,” he said.
Then he said, “Three, two, one, it’s the top of the hour. Eleven o’clock exactly.”
She pressed the button on her phone.
The screen lit up.
It showed 10:59.
“Close,” she said.
It changed to 11:00.
“How do you do that?” she said.
“I don’t know,” he said again. “Where will I find your friend Carter, the census enthusiast?”
“I didn’t say he was my friend.”
“Co-worker?”
“Different department entirely. In the back office. Not part of the customer-facing ecology, as they say.”
“Then how do I get to see him?”
“That’s why I asked the time. He takes a coffee break at a quarter past eleven. Every day, regular as clockwork.”
“He sounds like a man of sound character.”
“He takes thirty minutes exactly, in the place across the light. In the garden, if the sun is shining. Which it might or might not be. We can’t tell in here.”
“What’s Carter’s first name?” Reacher asked, thinking about baristas calling out to customers. He figured the place could be crowded with office workers taking thirty-minute breaks, all of them looking pretty much the same.
“Carter is his first name,” Elizabeth Castle said.
“What’s his last name?”
“Carrington,” she said. “Check back and tell me how it went. Don’t give up. Family is important. There will be other ways to find out.”
Chapter 6
Patty and Shorty were alone in room ten, sitting together on the unmade bed. Mark had invited them to breakfast after all. He had turned to go and then turned back with a forgiving grin on his face, all-friends-together, let’s-not-be-stupid. Patty had wanted to say yes. Shorty said no. They had gone inside and drunk toothbrush glasses of tepid water, standing at the bathroom sink.
Patty said, “You’ll only feel worse when you have to ask him to give us lunch. You should have gotten it over with right away. Now it’s going to build up in your mind.”
Shorty said, “You got to admit that was weird.”
“What was?”
“All of what just happened.”
“Which was what?”
“You saw it. You were there.”
“Tell me in your own words.”
“From my own lips? You sound like him. You saw what happened. He started up with some weird vendetta against me.”
“What I saw was Peter voluntarily donating his time to help us out. He got to work right away. I wasn’t even awake yet. Then what I saw was you kicking him in the teeth by saying he had made it worse.”
“I agree yesterday the car was not running great, but now it’s not running at all. What else can have happened? Obviously he did something.”
“There was plenty wrong with your car already. Maybe starting it up last night was the straw that broke the camel’s back.”
“It was weird, what he made me do.”
“He made you tell the truth, Shorty. We would have been in New York City by now. The deal would have been done. Now we could be driving to one of those lots where they take anything in trade. We could have gotten something better. We could have gone the rest of the way in style.”
“I’m sorry,” Shorty said. “I mean it.”
“Maybe the mechanic can fix it.”
“Maybe we should just dump it and walk away. Before we have to pay another fifty bucks for the room.”
“What do you mean, walk away?”
“On our own two feet. We could walk back to the road and thumb a ride. You said there was some place twenty miles ahead. They might