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driver?”
    “A guy called Taylor. British, ex-SAS. A good man. One of us.”
    “What happened to the car?”
    “It’s missing.”
    “Does Kate go to Bloomingdale’s often?”
    Lane shook his head. “Only occasionally. And never on a predictable pattern. We do nothing regular or predictable. I vary her drivers, vary her routes, sometimes we stay out of the city altogether.”
    “Because? You got a lot of enemies?”
    “My fair share. My line of work attracts enemies.”
    “You’re going to have to explain your line of work to me. You’re going to have to tell me who your enemies are.”
    “Why are you sure they’re going to call?”
    “I’ll get to that,” Reacher said. “Tell me about the first conversation. Word for word.”
    “They called at four o’clock in the afternoon. It went pretty much how you would expect. You know, we have your wife, we have your daughter.”
    “Voice?”
    “Altered. One of those electronic squawk boxes. Very metallic, like a robot in a movie. Loud and deep, but that doesn’t mean anything. They can alter the pitch and the volume.”
    “What did you say to them?”
    “I asked them what they wanted. They said a million bucks. I asked them to put Kate on the line. They did, after a short pause.” Lane closed his eyes. “She said, you know, help me, help me.” He opened his eyes. “Then the guy with the squawk box came back on and I agreed to the money. No hesitation. The guy said he would call back in an hour with instructions.”
    “And did he?”
    Lane nodded. “At five o’clock. I was told to wait six hours and put the money in the trunk of the Mercedes you saw and have it driven down to the Village and parked in that spot at eleven-forty exactly. The driver was to lock it up and walk away and put the keys through a mail slot in the front door of a certain building on the southwest corner of Spring Street and West Broadway. Then he was to walk away and keep on walking away, south on West Broadway. Someone would move in behind him and enter the building and collect the keys. If my driver stopped or turned around or even looked back, Kate would die. Likewise if there was a tracking device on the car.”
    “That was it, word for word?”
    Lane nodded.
    “Nothing else?”
    Lane shook his head.
    “Who drove the car down?” Reacher asked.
    “Gregory,” Lane said.
    “I followed the instructions,” Gregory said. “To the letter. I couldn’t risk anything else.”
    “How far of a walk was it?” Reacher asked him.
    “Six blocks.”
    “What was the building with the mail slot?”
    “Abandoned,” Gregory said. “Or awaiting renovations. One or the other. It was empty, anyway. I went back there tonight, before I came to the café. No sign of habitation.”
    “How good was this guy Taylor? Did you know him in Britain?”
    Gregory nodded. “SAS is a big family. And Taylor was very good indeed.”
    “OK,” Reacher said.
    “OK what?” Lane said.
    “There are some obvious early conclusions,” Reacher said.

CHAPTER 4
    REACHER SAID, “The first conclusion is that Taylor is already dead. These guys clearly know you to some extent, and therefore we should assume they knew who and what Taylor was. Therefore they wouldn’t keep him alive. No reason for it. Too dangerous.”
    Lane asked, “Why do you think they know me?”
    “They asked for a specific car,” Reacher said. “And they suspected you might have a million dollars in cash lying around. They asked for it after the banks were closed and told you to deliver it before the banks reopened. Not everyone could comply with those conditions. Usually even very rich people take a little time to get a million bucks in cash together. They get temporary loans, wire transfers, they use stock as collateral, stuff like that. But these guys seemed to know that you could just cough it up instantly.”
    “How do they know me?”
    “You tell me.”
    Nobody spoke.
    “And there are three of them,” Reacher said.