She said, ‘This is where you tell me you never cut anyone’s throat.’
‘I would if I could.’
‘I think it’s too big a risk to send you to London in any capacity.’
‘Then don’t.’
‘Meaning you’ll get yourself there anyway?’
‘Free country.’
‘I could take your passport back.’
‘It’s right here in my pocket. Come and get it.’
‘I could cancel it in the computer. You’d be arrested at the airport.’
‘Your decision,’ I said. ‘No skin off my nose. Kott will come home sooner or later. I’ll get him then. Amid all the paralysis, and the crashing markets, and the recession, and the people starving, and the wars starting, and the whole world falling apart. None of which will bother me in the least. I can look after myself. And I don’t have a real big portfolio.’
She said nothing.
I said, ‘You need the best help you can get. Anything else would be negligent. I seem to remember those words from somewhere.’
‘And you’re the best help?’
‘That remains to be seen. Either someone will get the job done, or not. That someone might be me, or not. The future’s not ours to see. But my track record is reasonable, and I don’t see how I could hurt.’
‘You could hurt by getting arrested inside the first five minutes. Then we’ve got a diplomatic incident on top of a security emergency. I’m not sure I can trust you.’
‘Then come with me,’ I said. ‘You could sign off on my every move. We could confer, shoulder to shoulder. Not seven feet apart.’
She nodded. ‘That’s the compromise I agreed with O’Day.’
‘Really?’
‘Not me,’ she said. ‘Casey Nice will go with you. Unacknowledged. She’s not on their radar. She’s far too junior. And right now she’s not CIA, anyway. She’s State Department.’
‘Rules of engagement?’
‘You do exactly what she tells you.’
Scarangello left after that, leaving the scent of soap and warm skin in the air, and I waited a minute and then headed out too, back to the red door. I went up the stairs to Shoemaker’s office, and found him at his desk. I said, ‘Scarangello told me about your dinner conversation.’
He said, ‘Happy?’
‘Yeah, I’m turning cartwheels.’
‘Look on the bright side. You’ll need updates and intelligence. We’ll give them to Nice, she’ll give them to you. You’d be in the dark without her.’
‘Has she operated overseas before?’
‘No.’
‘Has she operated anywhere before?’
‘Not as such.’
‘Do you think this is a good idea?’
‘It’s a necessary compromise. It gets you there. You don’t have to listen to what she says.’
‘But I have to take care of her.’
‘She knows what she signed up for. And she’s tougher than she looks.’
‘You said that before.’
‘Was I wrong?’
I thought about her pal Tony Moon, and I said nothing.
Shoemaker said, ‘Walk away if you want to, Reacher. You don’t owe me shit. The statute of limitations ran out years ago. It was O’Day’s idea to take that route. A psychological insight, he called it. He said it was the only thing likely to work.’
‘Was he wrong?’
‘Walk away if you want,’ he said again. ‘There are hundreds of people working on this. And the Brits are taking it very seriously. I mean, they already were. It’s a G8 meeting. If you’re in the security business, then that’s your Superbowl right there. So they’re on it. So you won’t be missed. You’re one guy. What difference could you make?’
‘Is this another psychological insight?’
‘I want you there, sure. I want everyone there. A human wall, if necessary. Whatever it takes. Because if an American shooter turns the G8 into the G4, we’re in real big trouble as a nation.’
‘Is
‘Go talk to O’Day,’ he said.
Which I did, immediately afterwards, by walking past the conference room to the office next to it. O’Day was at his desk, in his black blazer and his black sweater. His head was bent, and when he looked up at me he did it with his eyes only, as if his neck hurt to move.
I said, ‘This is right up there with the worst ideas of all time.’
He said, ‘But even so, it’s your best chance to get John Kott. I’ll be feeding Ms Nice everything I know. You’ll have the power of the whole government behind you. And you need to finish this now. You won’t sleep at night until he’s gone.’
‘I’m sleeping just fine.’
‘Then get over yourself. We all read your file, obviously. Those pages on Kott’s bedroom wall? We know what they say. Our Ms Nice is exactly the same age as one Dominique Kohl, who got her breasts cut off with a kitchen knife, because you sent her to arrest a maniac.’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘That’s what those pages say.’
‘What are you, superstitious? Everyone is twenty-eight sooner or later. There’s no connection. And you won’t be sending her to arrest anyone. Because no arrests are going to be made. I want you in there, and only you, up close and personal, and I want you to bring me their ears to prove it.’
‘Why me? There are hundreds of people on this.’