Free One Shot by Lee Child Page B

the window and looked out. He was four storeys up and the main shopping street ran away directly south, down a hill, emphasizing his elevation.
    The ornamental pool was placed with its long axis exactly lined up with the street. The pool was on the street, really, except they had blocked the street off to make the plaza. Someone returning from a long spell away would be surprised to find a big tank of water where once there had been roadway. The pool was much longer and narrower than it had looked from ground level. It looked sad and empty, with just a thin layer of mud and scum on the black tile. Beyond it and slightly to the right was the new parking structure.
    It was slightly downhill from the plaza. Maybe half a storey's difference.
    'Were you here?' Reacher asked. "When it happened?'
    'Yes, I was,' Helen Rodin said quietly.
     
    'Did you see it?'
    'Not at first. I heard the first three gunshots. They came very fast. The first, and then a tiny pause, and then the next two.
    Then another pause, a little longer, but just a split second, really. I stood up in time for the last three.
    Horrible.' Reacher nodded. Brave girl, he thought. She hears gunshots, and she stands up. She doesn't dive under the desk. Then he thought: The first, and then a tiny pause. That was the sound of a skilled rifleman watching where his first cold shot went. So many variables.
    The cold barrel, the range, the wind, the zeroing, the sighting-in. 'Did you see people die?' he asked.
    Two of them,' she said, behind him. 'It was awful.'
    'Three shots and two people?'
    'He missed once. Either the fourth or the fifth shot, they're not sure. They found the bullet in the pool.
    That's why it's empty. They drained it.'
    Reacher said nothing.
    'The bullet is part of the evidence,' Helen said. 'It ties the rifle to the crime.' 'Did you know any of the dead people?'
    'No. They were just people, I guess. In the wrong place at the wrong time.'
    Reacher said nothing.
    'I saw flames from the gun,' Helen said. 'Way over there, in the shadows, in the dark. Little spits of flame.'
    'Muzzle flashes,' Reacher said.
    He turned back from the window. She held out her hand.
    'I'm Helen Rodin,' she said. 'I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself properly.' Reacher took her hand. It was warm and firm.
    'Just Helen?' he said. 'Not Helena Alekseyovna or something?' She stared at him again. 'How the hell did you know that?'
    'I met your dad,' he said, and let go of her hand.
    'Did you?' she said. 'Where?'
    'In his office, just now.'
    'You went to his office? Today?'
    'I just left there.'
     
    'Why did you go to his office? You're my witness. He shouldn't have seen you.'
    'He was very keen to talk.'
    What did you tell him?'
    'Nothing. I asked questions instead.'
    'What questions?'
    'I wanted to know how strong his case was. Against James Barr.'
    'I'm representing James Barr. And you're a defence witness. You should have been talking to me, not him.'
    Reacher said nothing.
    'Unfortunately the case against James Barr is very strong,' she said. 'How did you get my name?' Reacher asked.
    'From James Barr, of course,' she said. 'How else?'
    'From Barr? I don't believe it.'
    'Well, listen,' she said.
    She turned away to the desk and pressed a key on an old fashioned cassette player. Reacher heard a voice he didn't recognize say: Denying it is not an option. Helen touched the pause key and kept her finger on it. 'His first lawyer,' she said. 'We changed representation yesterday.' 'How? He was in a coma yesterday.'
    'Technically my client is James Barr's sister. His next of kin.'
    Then she let go of the pause key and Reacher heard room sounds and hiss and then a voice he hadn't heard for fourteen years. It was exactly how he remembered it.
    It was low, and tense, and raspy. It was the voice of a man who rarely spoke. It said: Get Jack Reacher for me.
    He stood there, stunned.
    Helen Rodin pressed the stop key.
    'See?' she said.
    Then she checked her watch.
    'Ten thirty,' she said.