Free Without Fail by Lee Child Page A

and bleeding all over the place, it would have created mass panic. Enough to get away, probably. I'd have busted out of the church within ten seconds and gotten away into the surrounding subdivision fast enough. Neagley was standing by in a car. She'd have been rolling soon as she heard the shots. So I'd probably have been Edward Fox."
    Froelich stood up and walked to the window. Put her hands palms down on the sill and stared out at the weather. "This is a disaster," she said. Reacher said nothing.
    "I guess I didn't anticipate your level of focus," she said. "I didn't know it was going to be all-out guerrilla warfare."
    Reacher shrugged. "Assassins aren't necessarily going to be the gentlest people you'll ever meet. And they're the ones who make the rules here."
    Froelich nodded. "And I didn't know you were going to get help, especially not from a woman."
    "I kind of warned you," Reacher said. "I told you it couldn't work if you were watching for me coming. You can't expect assassins to call ahead with their plans."
    "I know," she said. "But I was imagining a lone man, is all."
    "It's always going to be a team," Reacher said. "There are no lone men."
    He saw an ironic half-smile reflected in the glass.
    "So you don't believe the Warren Report?" she asked.
    He shook his head. "Neither do you," he said. "No professional ever will."
    "I don't feel like much of a professional today," she said.
    Neagley stood up and stepped over and perched on the sill, next to Froelich, her back against the glass.
    "Context," she said. "That's what you've got to think about. It's not so bad. Reacher and I were United States Army Criminal Investigation Division specialists. We were trained in all kinds of ways. Trained to think, mostly. Trained to be inventive. And to be ruthless, for sure, and self-confident. And tougher than the people we were responsible for, and some of them were plenty tough. So we're very unusual. People as specialized as us, there's not more than maybe ten thousand in the whole country."
    "Ten thousand is a lot," Froelich said. "
    "Out of two hundred and eighty-one million? And how many of them are currently the right age and available and motivated? It's a statistically irrelevant fraction. So don't sweat it. Because you've got an impossible job, anyway. You're required to leave him vulnerable. Because he's a politician. He's got to do all this visible stuff. We would never have dreamed of letting anybody do what Armstrong does. Never in a million years. It would have been completely out of the question."
    Froelich turned round and faced the room. Swallowed once and nodded vaguely into the middle distance.
    "Thanks," she said. "For trying to make me feel better. But I've got some thinking to do, haven't I?"
    "Perimeters," Reacher said. "Keep the perimeters to a half-mile all round, keep the public away from him, and keep at least four agents literally within touching distance at all times. That's all you can do."
    Froelich shook her head. "Can't do it," she said. "It would be considered unreasonable. Undemocratic, even. And there are going to be hundreds of weeks like this one over the next three years. After three years it'll start to get worse because they'll be in their final year and they'll be trying to get re-elected and everything will have to be looser still. And about seven years from now Armstrong will start looking for the nomination in his own right. Seen how they do that? Crowd scenes all over the place from New Hampshire onward? Town meetings in shirtsleeves? Fund-raisers? It's a complete nightmare."
    The room went quiet. Neagley peeled off the window sill and walked across the room to the credenza. Took two thin files out of the drawer the photographs had been in. She held up the first.
    "A written report," she said. "Salient points and recommendations, from a professional perspective."
    "OK," Froelich said.
    Neagley held up the second file.
    "And our expenses," she said. "They're all accounted for.