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smiling bravely, with Jade holding her hand. That's not going to happen. So we're going to have to get proactive at some point."
    "What are you planning to do?"
    "After you've switched the bag I'll get out around the next corner. I'll double back and see what I can see."
    "Who says you'll see anything?"
    "They'll have four and a half million bucks sitting in an unlocked car. My guess is they won't leave it there very long. So I'll see something."
    "Will it help us?"
    "A lot more than sitting upstairs doing nothing will help us."
    "Lane will kill me."
    "He doesn't have to know anything about it. I'll be back well after you. You'll say you have no idea what happened to me. I'll say I went for a walk."
    "Lane will kill you if you screw it up."
    "I'll kill myself if I screw it up."
    "I'm serious. He'll kill you."
    "My risk."
    "Kate's risk."
    "You still banking on the Checkpoint Charlie scenario?"
    Burke paused. Ten seconds. Fifteen.
    "Get in," he said.

CHAPTER 14
    BURKE STUCK LANE'S cell phone in a hands-free cradle mounted on the BMW's dash and Reacher crawled into the rear footwell on his hands and knees. There was grit on the carpet. It was a rear-drive car and the transmission hump made it an uncomfortable location. Burke started up and waited for a hole in the traffic and then U-turned and headed south on Central Park West. Reacher squirmed around until the transmission tunnel was wedged above his hips and below his ribs.
    "Don't hit any big bumps," he said.
    "We're not supposed to talk," Burke said.
    "Only after they call."
    "Believe it," Burke said. "You see this?"
    Reacher struggled a little more upright and saw Burke pointing at a small black bud on the drivers-side A-pillar up near the sun visor.
    "Microphone," Burke said. "For the cell. Real sensitive. You sneeze back there, they'll hear you."
    "Will I hear them? On a speaker?"
    "On ten speakers," Burke said. "The phone is wired through the audio system. It cuts in automatically."
    Reacher lay down and Burke drove on, slowly. Then he made a tight right turn.
    Where are we now?" Reacher asked.
    "Fifty-seventh Street," Burke said. "Traffic is murder. I'm going to get on the West Side Highway and head south. My guess is they'll want us downtown somewhere. That's where they've got to be. Street parking for the Jaguar would be impossible anyplace else right now. I can come back north on the East River Drive if they don't call before we get to the Battery."
    Reacher felt the car stop and start, stop and start. Above him the money bag rolled one way and then the other.
    "You serious that this could be just one guy?" Burke asked.
    "Minimum of one," Reacher said.
    "Everything's a minimum of one."
    "Therefore it's possible."
    "Therefore we should take him down. Make him talk. Solve the whole problem right there."
    "But suppose it's not just one guy."
    "Maybe we should gamble."
    "What were you?" Reacher asked. "Back in the day?"
    "Delta," Burke said.
    "Did you know Lane in the service?"
    "I've known him forever."
    "How would you have done the thing outside Bloomingdale's?"
    "Quick and dirty inside the car. As soon as Taylor stopped."
    "That's what Groom said."
    "Groom's a smart guy, for a jarhead. You disagree with him?"
    "No."
    "It would be the only way. This isn't Mexico City or Bogota or Rio de Janeiro. This is New York. You couldn't survive a fuss on the sidewalk. You've got eight beat cops right there, two on each corner, armed and dangerous, worried about terrorists. No, quick and dirty inside the car would be the only way at Bloomingdale's."
    "But why would you have been at Bloomingdale's at all?"
    "It's the obvious place. It's Mrs. Lane's favourite store. She gets all her stuff there. She loves that big brown bag."
    "But who would have known that?"
    Burke was quiet for a spell.
    "That's a very good question," he said.
    Then the phone rang.

CHAPTER 15
    THE RING TONE sounded weird, coming in over ten high-quality automobile speakers. It filled the whole car. It sounded