"What's going on here?" she asked. "They tell you anything?"
"Who's the lucky guy?" Reacher asked.
"Just somebody," she said. "What's going on here?"
His eyes were clouded. He looked straight at her.
"Lucky somebody," he said.
"He doesn't even know," she said.
"That you're gone?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"That I feel this way," she said.
He stared at her. Didn't reply. There was a long silence in the room. Then she heard footsteps aga
in. Hurrying, outside the building. Clattering inside. Coming up the stairs. They stopped outside the door. The key slid in. The door opened. Six guards clattered inside. Six machine guns. She took a painful step backward. They ignored her completely.
"The commander is ready for you, Reacher," the point man said.
He signaled him to turn aroun
