Blue Moon - Lee Child Page 0,1
like a barrier. In a chair in the center on the far side was Dino. He was younger than Gregory by a year or two, and shorter by an inch or two, but wider. He had dark hair, and a knife scar on the left side of his face, shorter above the eyebrow and longer from cheekbone to chin, like an upside down exclamation point.
The guy who had done the talking pulled out a chair for Gregory opposite Dino, and then tracked around and sat down at Dino’s right hand, like a faithful lieutenant. The other five split three and two and sat alongside them. Gregory was left alone on his side of the table, facing seven blank faces. At first no one spoke. Then eventually Dino asked, “To what do I owe this great pleasure?”
Manners were manners.
Gregory said, “The city is about to get a new police commissioner.”
“We know this,” Dino said.
“Promoted from within.”
“We know this,” Dino said again.
“He has promised a crackdown, against both of us.”
“We know this,” Dino said, for the third time.
“We have a spy in his office.”
Dino said nothing. He hadn’t known that.
Gregory said, “Our spy found a secret file on a standalone hard drive hidden in a drawer.”
“What file?”
“His operational plan for cracking down on us.”
“Which is what?”
“It’s short on detail,” Gregory said. “In parts it’s extremely sketchy. But not to worry. Because day by day and week by week he’s filling in more and more parts of the puzzle. Because he’s getting a constant stream of inside information.”
“From where?”
“Our spy searched long and hard and found a different file.”
“What different file?”
“It was a list.”
“A list of what?”
“The police department’s most trusted confidential informants,” Gregory said.
“And?”
“There were four names on the list.”
“And?”
“Two of them were my own men,” Gregory said.
No one spoke.
Eventually Dino asked, “What have you done with them?”
“I’m sure you can imagine.”
Again no one spoke.
Then Dino asked, “Why are you telling me this? What has this got to do with me?”
“The other two names on the list are your men.”
Silence.
Gregory said, “We share a predicament.”
Dino asked, “Who are they?”
Gregory said the names.
Dino said, “Why are you telling me about them?”
“Because we have an agreement,” Gregory said. “I’m a man of my word.”
“You stand to benefit enormously if I go down. You would run the whole city.”
“I stand to benefit only on paper,” Gregory said. “Suddenly I realize I should be happy with the status quo. Where would I find enough honest men to run your operations? Apparently I can’t even find enough to run my own.”
“And apparently neither can I.”
“So we’ll fight each other tomorrow. Today we’ll respect the agreement. I’m sorry to have brought you embarrassing news. But I embarrassed myself also. In front of you. I hope that counts for something. We share this predicament.”
Dino nodded. Said nothing.
Gregory said, “I have a question.”
“Then ask it,” Dino said.
“Would you have told me, like I told you, if the spy had been yours, and not mine?”
Dino was quiet a very long time.
Then he said, “Yes, and for the same reasons. We have an agreement. And if we both have names on their list, then neither one of us should be in a hurry to get foolish.”
Gregory nodded and stood up.
Dino’s right-hand man stood up to show him out.
Dino asked, “Are we safe now?”
“We are from my side,” Gregory said. “I can guarantee that. As of six o’clock this morning. We have a guy at the city crematorium. He owes us money. He was willing to light the fire a little early today.”
Dino nodded and said nothing.
Gregory asked, “Are we safe from your side?”
“We will be,” Dino said. “By tonight. We have a guy at the car crushing plant. He owes us money, too.”
The right-hand man showed Gregory out, across the deep shed to the low door in the roll-up gate, and out to the bright May morning sunshine.
* * *
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At that same moment Jack Reacher was seventy miles away, in a Greyhound bus, on the interstate highway. He was on the left side of the vehicle, toward the rear, in the window seat over the axle. There was no one next to him. Altogether there were twenty-nine other passengers. The usual mixture. Nothing special. Except for one particular situation, which was mildly interesting. Across the aisle and one row in front was a guy asleep with his head hanging down. He had gray hair overdue for a trim, and loose gray skin, as if he had lost a lot