Nothing To Lose Part 17

"This guy looked like a college athlete. College athletes drink beer from time to time. He was probably in here once or twice."

"He wasn't."

"What about another guy? Same age, much smaller. Wiry, maybe five-eight, one-forty."

"Didn't see him."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"You ever work up at the plant?"

"Couple of years, way back."

"And then?"

"He moved me here."

"Who did?"

"Mr. Thurman. He owns the plant."

"And this bar, too?"

"He owns everything."

"And he moved you? He sounds like a hands-on manager."

"He figured I'd be better working here than there."

"And are you?"

"Not for me to say."

Reacher took a long pull on his bottle. Asked, "Does Mr. Thurman pay you well?"

"I don't complain."

"Is that Mr. Thurman's plane that flies every night?"

"n.o.body else here owns a plane."

"Where does he go?"

"I don't ask."

"Any rumors?"

"No."

"You sure you never saw any young guys around here?"

"I'm sure."

"Suppose I gave you a hundred bucks?"

The guy paused a beat and looked a little wistful, as if a hundred bucks would make a welcome change in his life. But in the end he just shrugged again and said, "I'd still be sure."

Reacher drank a little more of his beer. It was warming up a little and tasted metallic and soapy. The bartender stayed close. Reacher glanced at the mirrors. Checked reflections of reflections. n.o.body in the room was moving. He asked, "What happens to dead people here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You got undertakers in town?"

The bartender shook his head. "Forty miles west. There's a morgue and a funeral home and a burial ground. No consecrated land in Despair."

"The smaller guy died," Reacher said.

"What smaller guy?"

"The one I was asking you about."

"I didn't see any small guys, alive or dead."

Reacher went quiet again and the bartender said, "So, you're just pa.s.sing through?" A meaningless, for-the-sake-of-it conversational gambit, which confirmed what Reacher already knew.Bring it on, he thought. He glanced at the fire exit in back and checked the front door in the mirrors. He said, "Yes, I'm just pa.s.sing through." he thought. He glanced at the fire exit in back and checked the front door in the mirrors. He said, "Yes, I'm just pa.s.sing through."

"Not much to see here."

"Actually I think this is a pretty interesting place."

"You do?"

"Who hires the cops here?"

"The mayor."

"Who's the mayor?"

"Mr. Thurman."

"There's a big surprise."

"It's his town."

Reacher said, "I'd like to meet him."

The bartender said, "He's a very private man."

"I'm just saying. I'm not asking for an appointment."

Six minutes,Reacher thought.I've been working on this beer for six minutes. Maybe ten more to go. He asked, "Do you know the judge?" He asked, "Do you know the judge?"

"He doesn't come in here."

"I didn't ask where he goes."

"He's Mr. Thurman's lawyer, up at the plant."

"I thought it was an elected position."

"It is. We all voted for him."

"How many candidates were on the ballot?"

"He was unopposed."

Reacher said, "Does this judge have a name?"

The bartender said, "His name is Judge Gardner."

"Does Judge Gardner live here in town?"

"Sure. You work for Mr. Thurman, you have to live in town."

"You know Judge Gardner's address?"

"The big house on Nickel."

"Nickel?"

"All the residential streets here are named for metals."

Reacher nodded. Not so very different from the way streets on army bases were named for generals or Medal of Honor winners. He went quiet again and waited for the bartender to fill the silence, like he had to. Like he had been told to. The guy said, "A hundred and some years ago there were only five miles of paved road in the United States."

Reacher said nothing.

The guy said, "Apart from city centers, of course, which were cobbled anyway, not really paved. Not with blacktop, like now. Then county roads got built, then state, then the Interstates. Towns got pa.s.sed by. We were on the main road to Denver, once. Not so much anymore. People use I-70 now."

Reacher said, "Hence the closed-down motel."

"Exactly."

"And the general feeling of isolation."

"I guess."

Reacher said, "I know those two young guys were here. It's only a matter of time before I find out who they were and why they came."

"I can't help you with that."

"One of them died."

"You told me that already. And I still don't know anything about it."

Eleven minutes,Reacher thought.Five to go. He asked, "Is this the only bar in town?" He asked, "Is this the only bar in town?"

The guy said, "One is all we need."

"Movies?"

"No."

"So what do people do for entertainment?"

"They watch satellite television."

"I heard there's a first-aid station at the plant."

"That's right."

"With an ambulance."

"An old one. It's a big plant. It covers a big area."

"Are there a lot of accidents?"

"It's an industrial operation. s.h.i.+t happens."

"Does the plant pay disability?"

"Mr. Thurman looks after people if they get hurt on the job."

Reacher nodded and sipped his beer. Watched the other customers sipping theirs, directly and in the mirrors.Three minutes, he thought. he thought.

Unless they're early.

Which they were.

Reacher looked to his right and saw two deputies step in through the fire door. He glanced in a mirror and saw the other two walk in the front.

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