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and he showed up as on active service as of the middle of that evening. And the army had sergeants, and Leach had lit up the favour network with a blizzard of calls. And Dyer had a Criminal Investigation office, and to Reacher’s mild surprise there were still guys around who knew guys who knew guys who remembered his name. The upshot was that just forty-five minutes after stopping at the first barrier he was face to face with an MP captain in the guardhouse front office.
    The captain was a serious dark guy of about thirty, and his ACU nametape said his name was Weiss. He looked honest and decent and reasonably friendly, so Reacher said, ‘This is just a personal matter, captain. Not even remotely official. And I’m probably a little toxic right now, so you should proceed with extreme caution. You should keep this visit off the record. Or refuse to talk to me altogether.’
    Weiss said, ‘Toxic how?’
    ‘Looks like something I did sixteen years ago has come back to bite me in the ass.’
    ‘What did you do?’
    ‘I don’t remember. No doubt someone will remind me soon enough.’
    ‘The computer says you were just recalled.’
    ‘Correct.’
    ‘I never heard of that before.’
    ‘Me neither.’
    ‘Doesn’t sound good. Like someone really wanted you back in the jurisdiction.’
    Reacher nodded. ‘That’s how I took it. Like I was being extradited out of civilian life. To face the music. But it was a much simpler procedure. There was no kind of a hearing.’
    ‘You think they’re serious?’
    ‘Feels that way at the moment.’
    ‘What do you need from me?’
    ‘I’m looking for Major Susan Turner of the 110th MP.’
    ‘Why?’
    ‘Like I said, it’s personal.’
    ‘Connected with your problem?’
    ‘No. Not in any way.’
    ‘But you were with the 110th, right?’
    ‘A long time before Major Turner got anywhere near it.’
    ‘So you’re not subverting testimony or coaching a witness?’
    ‘Absolutely not. This is a different matter entirely.’
    ‘Are you a friend of hers?’
    ‘I was hoping that might be a future development. Or not, depending on what I think of her when I meet her.’
    ‘You haven’t met her yet?’
    ‘Is she here?’
    Weiss said, ‘In a cell. Since yesterday afternoon.’
    ‘What’s the charge?’
    ‘She took a bribe.’
    ‘From who?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘For what?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘How much of a bribe?’
    ‘I’m just a jailer,’ Weiss said. ‘You know how it is. They don’t give me chapter and verse.’
    ‘Can I see her?’
    ‘Visiting hours are over.’
    ‘How many guests have you got tonight?’
    ‘Just her.’
    ‘So you’re not busy. And we’re off the record, right? So no one will know.’
    Weiss opened up a green three-ring binder. Notes, procedures, standing orders, some of them printed, some of them handwritten. He said, ‘She seems to have been expecting you. She passed on a request through her lawyer. She mentioned you by name.’
    ‘What’s the request?’
    ‘It’s more of an instruction, really.’
    ‘Saying what?’
    ‘She doesn’t want to see you.’
    Reacher said nothing.
    Weiss looked down at the three-ring binder and said, ‘Quote, per the accused’s explicit request, under no circumstances is Major Jack Reacher, U.S. Army, Retired, former commander of the 110th MP, to be granted visitation privileges.’

SEVEN
    GETTING OUT OF the Joint Base was only marginally quicker than getting in. Each of the three guard shacks checked ID and conducted a trunk search, to make sure Reacher was who he said he was, and hadn’t stolen anything. Then after clearing the last of the barriers he threaded his way along the same route the local bus had taken. But he stopped early, and pulled in at the kerb. There were plenty of highway ramps all around. There was I-395, spearing south and west. There was the George Washington Memorial Parkway, heading north and west. There was I-66, heading due west. There was I-395 going east, if