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and listened, and then he hung up and relayed the news that their mother had arrived safely, and that old man Moutier wasn’t expected to live more than a couple of days, and that their mother was sad about it.
    Reacher said, “I’m going to the beach.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
    Reacher stepped out through the door and glanced toward the sea. The street was empty. No kids. He took a snap decision and detoured to the other side and knocked on Helen’s door. The girl he had met the day before. She opened up and saw who it was and crowded out next to him on the stoop and pulled the door all the way closed behind her. Like she was keeping him secret. Like she was embarrassed by him. She picked up on his feeling and shook her head.
    “My dad is sleeping,” she said. “That’s all. He sat up and worked all night. And now he’s not feeling so hot. He just flaked, an hour ago.”
    Reacher said, “You want to go swimming?”
    She glanced down the street, saw no one was there, and said, “Sure. Give me five minutes, OK?” She crept back inside and Reacher turned and watched the street, half hoping that the kid with the boil would come out, and half hoping he wouldn’t. He didn’t. Then Helen came out again, in a bathing suit under a sundress. She had a towel. They walked down the street together, keeping pace, a foot apart, talking about where they’d lived and the places they’d seen. Helen had moved a lot, but not as much as Reacher. Her dad was a rear echelon guy, not a combat Marine, and his postings tended to be longer and more stable.
    The morning water was colder than it had been the afternoon before, so they got out after ten minutes or so. Helen let Reacher use her towel, and then they lay on it together in the sun, now just inches apart. She asked him, “Have you ever kissed a girl?”
    “Yes,” he said. “Twice.”
    “The same girl two times or two girls once each?”
    “Two girls more than once each.”
    “A lot?”
    “Maybe four times each.”
    “Where?”
    “On the mouth.”
    “No,
where?
In the movies, or what?”
    “One in the movies, one in a park.”
    “With tongues?”
    “Yes.”
    She asked, “Are you good at it?”
    He said, “I don’t know.”
    “Will you show me how? I’ve never done it.”
    So he leaned up on an elbow and kissed her on the mouth. Her lips were small and mobile, and her tongue was cool and wet. They kept it going for fifteen or twenty seconds, and then they broke apart.
    He asked, “Did you like it?”
    She said, “Kind of.”
    “Was I good at it?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t have anything to compare it with.”
    “Well, you were better than the other two I kissed,” he said.
    “Thank you,” she said, but he didn’t know what she was thanking him for. The compliment or the trial run, he wasn’t sure.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
    Reacher and Helen walked back together, and they almost made it home. They got within twenty yards of their destination, and then the kid with the boil stepped out of his yard and took up a position in the middle of the road. He was wearing the same Corps T-shirt and the same pair of ragged pants. And he was alone, for the time being.
    Reacher felt Helen go quiet beside him. She stopped walking and Reacher stopped a pace ahead of her. The big kid was six feet away. The three of them were like the corners of a thin sloping triangle. Reacher said, “Stay there, Helen. I know you could kick this guy’s ass all by yourself, but there’s no reason why both of us should be exposed to the smell.”
    The big kid just smiled.
    He said, “You’ve been to the beach.”
    Reacher said, “And we thought Einstein was smart.”
    “How many times have you been?”
    “You can’t count that high.”
    “Are you trying to make me mad?”
    Reacher was, of course. For his age he had always been a freakishly big kid, right from birth. His mother claimed he had been the biggest baby anyone had ever seen, although she had a well-known taste for the dramatic,