The map was good. He had about six more miles to go.
He walked on.
* * *
—
Patty and Shorty were still on the bed long after dawn. They had stared for hours at their luggage, as if hypnotized. The sudden and capricious reversal of its epic and hard-won voyage was hard to process. It was as if the long two-plus miles spent pushing the heavy load had never happened. But it had. Hours and hours, wasted. Maximum effort, bent at the waist. For no net result. Zero yards gained. A bitter pill.
Patty said, “Do you think the story about the undergraduates is true?”
“Are you crazy?” Shorty said. “You know we took it down there ourselves.”
“I don’t mean this time. I mean undergraduates ever doing that.”
“I don’t know,” Shorty said. “I got no experience. But I guess it could be true. In a logical kind of way. Because Peter didn’t know we took our stuff down there ourselves. All he knew was he found it in the hedge. How could he explain that? It must have reminded him of a thing from the past, which he assumed was happening again. Actually it wasn’t, but it kind of proves the original thing must have been real, or how else could he have been reminded?”
“That’s a circular argument.”
“Is it?”
“But it doesn’t matter anyway. What matters is what he said. And what he said was weird.”
“Was it?”
“He said students steal their motel signs all the time.”
“Maybe they do. Maybe that’s why they’re gone now.”
“But to say all the time means over and over again, year after year.”
“I guess.”
“Like you would say your bottom ten-acre floods all the time.”
“Well, it does. Like you said, over and over, year after year.”
“Exactly. To say all the time means you’re speaking from a certain length of experience. And then he said they thought the bag-stealing thing was finished a couple of years ago. And to know something is finished means you must have suffered it first. Let’s say at least for a year. A whole cycle through both semesters. I’m sure students do different kinds of crazy stuff at different times.”
“OK,” Shorty said. “Call it three years minimum. One year of suffering it and two years of not.”
“Except everything else they’ve said makes this feel like a brand new start-up. Like this could be their very first season. The stories don’t match at all.”
Shorty was quiet a long moment.
Then he said, “But you spoke to the mechanic.”
“Yes,” Patty said. “I did.”
“And the mechanic was real.”
“Yes,” Patty said. “He was.”
“Tell me again.”
“He sounded bright and wide awake and on the ball. He sounded friendly but courteous. He was knowledgeable but not domineering. He was an immigrant. Maybe one of those guys who takes a step down in terms of employment. Compared to the old country, I mean. He said something about the Yugoslav army. Maybe once he was a master sergeant in an armored division, and now he drives a tow truck. That kind of thing. But he’s going to make the best of it. It’s going to be the shiniest tow truck you ever saw. He’s going to work his way back. He’s going to be a classic story.”
“You got all that from his voice?”
“It’s what I felt. He asked mechanic questions. He knew what he should about us. He was worried in case Mark had woken us up. He was apologetic.”
“Total worst case?” Shorty asked, like a ritual between them.
“Would be he was one of those smooth-talking busy guys who pay no attention at all until an appointment actually rolls around. Deep down I think he was apologizing for not figuring it out yesterday.”
After another mile the woods stopped and the vista opened out to a patchwork of horse fields and cow fields. Reacher walked on, conscious of the distance, thinking about a boy on a bike. It felt like a long way. But maybe it wasn’t. Times had changed. In the past a five-mile walk or a twenty-mile cycle ride would have been considered routine. For a boy with a hobby, eight miles was nothing. Or nine, to be exact, to the downtown streets. Which was where he had been seen, late one September evening in 1943. Doing what? The birdwatcher lady made no mention of binoculars around his neck. Reacher felt she would have noticed. He was there for some other purpose. Which theoretically could have been