12 - Nothing to Lose by Lee Child

Author:Lee Child
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Colorado
ISBN: 9780440243670
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2009-03-23T00:00:00+00:00

"Probably."

"You need to leave now."

"I've heard that before."

"I meant it before, and I mean it now."

"I'll leave when I've seen what's in that box."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I'm curious about what part of Uncle Sam's property you're smuggling out of here every night."

The big guy from the plant squeezed around the tip of the Piper's wing and stepped out of the barn and put himself between Reacher and Thurman, closer to Thurman than Reacher. Two against one, explicitly. Thurman looked beyond the big guy's shoulder directly at Reacher and said, "You're intruding." Which struck Reacher as an odd choice of word.Interfering, trespassing, butting in, he would have expected.

"Intruding on what?" he asked.

The big guy asked his boss, "You want me to throw him out?"

Reacher saw Thurman thinking about his answer. There was debate in his face, some kind of a long-range calculus that went far beyond the possible positive or negative outcome of a two-minute brawl in front of an airplane hangar. Like the old guy was playing a long game, and thinking eight moves ahead.

Reacher said, "What's in the box?"

The big guy said, "Shall I get rid of him?"

Thurman said, "No, let him stay."

Reacher said, "What's in the box?"

Thurman said, "Not Uncle Sam's property. God's property."

"God brings you metal?"

"Not metal."

Thurman stood still for a second. Then he stepped around his underling, still carrying the box two-handed out in front of him, like a wise man bearing a gift. He knelt and laid it at Reacher's feet, and then stood up and backed away again. Reacher looked down. Theoretically the box might be booby-trapped, or he might get hit on the head while he crouched down next to it. But he felt either thing was unlikely. The instructors at Rucker had said:be skeptical, but not too skeptical. Too much skepticism led to paranoia and paralysis.

Reacher knelt next to the box.

Unlaced the criss-crossed flaps.

Raised them.

The box held crumpled newspaper, with a small plastic jar nested in it. The jar was a standard medical item, sterile, almost clear, with a screw lid. A sample jar, for urine or other bodily fluids. Reacher had seen many of them.

The jar was a quarter full with black powder.

The powder was coarser than talc, finer than salt.

Reacher asked, "What is it?"

Thurman said, "Ash."

"From where?"

"Come with me and find out."

"Come with you?"

"Fly with me tonight. I have nothing to hide. And I'm a patient man. I don't mind proving my innocence, over and over and over again, if I have to."

The big guy helped Thurman up onto the wing and watched as he folded himself in through the small door. Then he passed the box up. Thurman took it and laid it on a rear seat. The big guy stood back and let Reacher climb up by himself. Reacher ducked low and led with his legs and made it into the co-pilot's seat. He slammed the door and squirmed around until he was as comfortable as he was ever going to get, and then he buckled his harness.

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