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But he did stop. He stopped five miles later, a hundred yards short of the line between Hope and Despair, because he sensed a shape ahead of him in the blackness. A hole in the darkness. A car, parked on the shoulder. Mostly black, some hints of white.
A police cruiser.
Vaughan.
The name settled in his mind and at the exact same time the car’s lights flicked on. High beams. Very bright. He was pi
Vaughan turned the light off and buzzed her window down as he approached. She was parked facing east, with two wheels on the sand and the rear bumper of the car exactly level with the expansion joint in the road. Inside her own jurisdiction, but only just. She said, “I thought I might see you here.”
Reacher looked at her and said nothing.
She asked, “What are you doing?”
“Taking a stroll.”
“That all?”
“No law against it.”
“Not here,” Vaughan said. “But there is if you take three more steps.”
“Not your law.”
“You’re a stubborn man.”
Reacher nodded. “I wanted to see Despair and I’m going to.”
“It isn’t that great of a place.”
“I like to make my own mind up about things like that.”
“They’re serious, you know. Either you’ll spend thirty days in jail or they’ll shoot you.”
“If they find me.”
“They’ll find you. I found you.”
“I wasn’t hiding from you.”
“Did you hurt a deputy over there?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I was thinking about the question you asked me.”
“I don’t know for sure what he was.”
“I don’t like the idea of deputies getting hurt.”
“You wouldn’t have liked the deputy. If that’s what he was.”
“They’ll be looking for you.”
“How big is their department?”
“Smaller than ours. Two cars, two guys, I think.”
“They won’t find me.”
“Why are you going back?”
“Because they told me not to.”
“Is it worth it?”
“What would you do?”
Vaughan said, “I’m an estrogen-based life-form, not testosterone. And I’m all grown up now. I’d suck it up and move on. Or stay in Hope. It’s a nice place.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Reacher said.
“You won’t. Either I’ll be picking you up right here a month from now or I’ll be reading about you in the newspaper. Beaten and shot while resisting arrest.”
“Tomorrow,” Reacher said. “I’ll buy you a late di
He moved on, one pace, two, three, and then he stepped over the line.
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He got off the road immediately. The Hope PD had predicted that he would rise to the challenge. It was an easy guess that the Despair PD would make the same assessment. And he didn’t want to blunder into a parked Despair cruiser. That event would have an altogether different conclusion than a pleasant chat with the pretty Officer Vaughan.
He looped fifty yards into the scrub north of the road. Near enough to retain a sense of direction, far enough to stay out of a driver’s peripheral vision. The night was cold. The ground was uneven. No chance of getting close to four miles an hour. No chance at all. He had no flashlight. A light would hurt him more than help him. It would be visible for a mile. It would be worse than climbing up on a rock and yellingHere I am.
A slow mile later the clock in his head told him it was quarter to two in the morning. He heard an aero engine again, far away to the west, blipping and feathering. A single-engine plane, coming in to land. A Cessna, or a Beech, or a Piper. Maybe the same one he had heard take off, hours before. He listened to it until he imagined it had touched down and taxied. Then he started walking again.
Four hours later he was about level with the center of downtown, three hundred yards out in the scrub. He knew he must have left a healthy trail of footprints, but he didn’t particularly care. He doubted that the Despair PD maintained a ke
He sensed the bulk of another boat-sized table rock and hunkered down behind it. The night was still cold. He unwrapped his stuff and drank water and ate a PowerBar. Then he repacked his bag and stood up behind the rock and turned to study the town. He leaned against the rock with his elbows out and his forearms flat on its top surface and his chin resting on his stacked fists. At first he saw nothing. Just darkness and stillness and the hidden glow from occasional lit windows. Farther in the distance he saw more lights and sensed more activity. The residential areas, he guessed. He figured people were getting up for work.
Ten minutes later he saw headlight beams coming north. Two, three sets. Their light fu
A company town.
Six o’clock in the morning.
The people of Despair, going to work.
Reacher followed them on foot, four hundred yards to the north. He stumbled on through the crusted scrub, tracking the road. The last truck got ahead of him and he followed the red chain of tail lights with his eyes. A mile or more ahead the horizon was lit up with an immense glow. Not dawn. That was going to happen behind him, to the east. The glow to the west was from arc lighting. There seemed to be a huge rectangle of lights on poles surrounding some kind of a massive arena. It looked to be about a mile long. Maybe a half-mile wide.The biggest metal recycling plant in Colorado, Vaughan had said.
No kidding,Reacher thought.Looks like the biggest in the world.
White steam and dirty black smoke drifted here and there in the glow. In front of it the long convoy of vehicles peeled off and parked in neat rows on acres of beaten scrub. Their headlights swung and bounced and then shut down, one by one. Reacher holed up again, a quarter-mile short and a quarter-mile north of the gate. Watched men file inside, shuffling forward in a long line, lunch pails in their hands. The gate was narrow. A perso
The sky was lightening behind him. Landscape features were becoming visible. The terrain was basically flat, but up close it was pitted with enough humps and dips and rocks to provide decent concealment. The earth was sandy and tan. There were occasional scrubby bushes. There was nothing interesting anywhere. Nothing to attract hikers. Not attractive picnic territory. Reacher expected to spend the day alone.
The last worker filed inside and the perso