to leave it locked, because it felt more consistent. I left it locked until Peter went up there to fix the car. I unlocked it then because I figured one of them would want to come out to talk to him.”
“OK,” Mark said.
Robert clicked the mouse again and the screens changed to a daylight shot from a different angle. Patty and Shorty were sitting side by side on room ten’s unmade bed.
“This took place while we were eating breakfast,” Robert said.
“I was on duty,” Steven said. “Watch what happens.”
Robert pressed play. There was audio. Shorty was deflecting attention from his own shortcomings by ranting on about mechanics getting call-out charges. He was saying, “Which is basically like getting paid for still being alive. It’s not like that when you grow potatoes, let me tell you.”
Robert paused the recording.
Steven asked, “Now what happens next?”
Mark said, “I sincerely hope Patty points out the two trades are massively dissimilar in the economic sense.”
Peter said, “I sincerely hope Patty punches him in the face and tells him to shut up.”
“Neither one,” Steven said. “She gets exasperated again.”
Robert pressed play again. Patty got up suddenly, bouncing the bed, and she said, “I’m going out for some air.”
Steven said, “She’s really abrupt and jumpy. Right there she was zero to sixty in one-point-one seconds. I counted the video frames. I couldn’t get to the button in time. Then I saw Shorty was going to give it a go, so I unlocked it late. I thought if he got it open, where she couldn’t, she would somehow blame herself more than the door.”
“Is there a fix for this?” Mark asked.
“Forewarned is forearmed. I guess we need to concentrate harder.”
“I guess we’ll have to. We don’t want to spook them too soon.”
“How long before we make the final decision?”
Mark paused a long moment.
Then he said, “Make the final decision now, if you like.”
“Really?”
“Why wait? I think we’ve seen enough. They’re as good as we could ever hope to get. They’re from nowhere and no one knows they’re gone. I think we’re ready.”
“I vote yes,” Steven said.
“Me, too,” Robert said.
“Me three,” Peter said. “They’re perfect.”
Robert clicked back to the live feed and they saw Patty and Shorty in their lawn chairs, on the boardwalk under their window, catching the wan rays of the afternoon sun.
“Unanimous,” Mark said. “All for one and one for all. Send the e-mail.”
The screens changed again, to a webmail page peppered with translations in foreign alphabets. Robert typed four words.
“OK?” he asked.
“Send it.”
He did.
The message said: Room Ten Is Occupied.
Chapter 9
Reacher said, “I still don’t get it. The birdwatcher lady supplied the ID on Stan, and Stan could have been leaned upon to ID his mysterious friend, surely. Just one extra step. One extra visit to his house. Five minutes at most. That’s no kind of a manpower problem. One guy could have done it on the way to the donut shop.”
Amos said, “Stan Reacher was listed as resident outside the jurisdiction. That’s a whole lot of paperwork right there. All they had was typewriters back then. Plus they must have figured he was likely to clam up anyway, no matter how hard they leaned on him, which couldn’t have been very hard anyway, because they would have been on foreign turf, probably with a local guy sitting in, and maybe lawyers or parents, too. Plus they must have figured the mystery friend would be in the wind already and out of the state by then. Plus they weren’t shedding any tears for the victim anyway. No doubt the easy decision was to let it all go.”
“Stan Reacher was a resident outside of what jurisdiction?”
“Laconia PD.”
“The story was he was born and grew up here.”
“Maybe he was born here, in the hospital, but then maybe he grew up out of town, on a farm or something.”
“I never got that impression.”
“In a nearby village, then. Close enough to be in the same birdwatching club as a woman living above a downtown grocery store. He would put Laconia as his birthplace, because that’s where the hospital was, and he would probably say he grew up in Laconia, too. Like shorthand for the general area as a whole. Like people say Chicago, even though a lot of the suburbs aren’t technically in Chicago at all. Same thing with Boston.”
“The Laconia metro area,” Reacher said.
“Things were more dispersed back then. There were little mills and factories all over. Couple dozen workers in four-flats. Maybe a one-room