said. "I asked him what was going on. He said some kind of big commotion. Then he yelled at me for leaving the church door open. Just like a cop would talk."
Nothing on the third sheet. Or the second. He picked up the first sheet and knew instantly that the guy wasn't on it. He dropped the paper and shook his head.
"OK, now for the bad news," Bannon said. "Bismarck PD had nobody there in plain clothes. Nobody at all. It was considered a ceremonial occasion. They were all in full uniform. All forty-two of them. Especially the brass. The captain and the lieutenant were in full dress uniform. White gloves and all."
"The guy was a Bismarck cop," Reacher said.
"No," Bannon said. "The guy was not a Bismarck cop. At best he was a guy impersonating a Bismarck cop."
Reacher said nothing.
"But he was obviously making a pretty good stab at it," Bannon said. "He convinced you, for instance. Clearly he had the look, and the mannerisms."
Nobody spoke.
"So nothing's changed, I'm afraid," Bannon said. "We're still looking at recent Secret Service ex-employees. Because who better to impersonate a provincial cop than some other law-enforcement veteran who just worked his whole career alongside provincial cops at events exactly like that one?"
Chapter 15
A staffer from the Office of Protection Research was waiting when Reacher and Neagley and Stuyvesant got back to the Treasury Building. He was standing in the reception area wearing a knitted sweater and blue pants, like he had run straight in from the family dinner table. He was about Reacher's age and looked like a university professor except for his eyes. They were wise and wary, like he had seen a few things, and heard about plenty more. His name was Swain. Stuyvesant introduced him all around and disappeared. Swain led Reacher and Neagley through corridors they hadn't used before to an area that clearly doubled as a library and a lecture room. It had a dozen chairs set facing a podium and was lined on three walls with bookshelves. The fourth wall had a row of hutches with computers on desks. A printer next to each computer.
"I heard what the FBI is saying," Swain said.
"You believe it?" Reacher asked.
Swain just shrugged.
"Yes or no?" Reacher asked.
"I guess it's not impossible," Swain said. "But there's no reason to believe it's likely. Just as likely that it's ex-FBI agents. Or current FBI agents. As an agency we're better than they are. Maybe they're trying to bring us down."
"Think we should look in that direction?"
"You're Joe Reacher's brother, aren't you?"
Reacher nodded.
"I worked with him," Swain said. "Way back."
"And?"
"He used to encourage random observations."
"So do I," Reacher said. "You got any?"
"My job is strictly academic," Swain said. "You understand? I'm purely a researcher. A scholar, really. I'm here to analyze."
"And?"
"This situation feels different from anything else I've seen. The hatred is very visible. Assassinations fall into two groups, ideological or functional. A functional assassination is where you need to get rid of a guy for some specific political or economic reason. An ideological assassination is where you murder a guy because you hate him, basically. There have been plenty of attempts along those lines, over the years. I can't tell you about any of them except to say that most don't get very far. And that there's certainly always plenty of hatred involved. But usually it's well hidden, down at the conspirator level. They whisper among themselves. All we ever see is the result. But this time the hatred is right there in our face. They've gone to a lot of trouble and taken a lot of risks to make sure we know all about it."
"So what's your conclusion?"
"I just think the early phase was extraordinary. The messages? Think about the risks. Think about the energy required to minimize those risks. They put unbelievable resources into the early phase. So I have to assume they felt it was worthwhile."
"But it wasn't," Neagley said. "Armstrong has never even seen any of the messages. They were wasting their time."
"Simple ignorance," Swain said. "Were you aware we absolutely won't discuss threats with a protectee?"
"No," Neagley said. "I was surprised."
"Nobody's aware," Swain said. "Everybody's surprised. These guys thought they were getting right to him. So I'm convinced it's personal. Aimed at him, not us."
"So are we," Reacher said. "You got a specific reason?"
"You'll think I'm naive," Swain said. "But I don't believe anybody who works or has worked for us would have killed the other two Armstrongs. Not