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corporal said.
    “Why?”
    “No message.”
    “What was the ten-seventeen for?”
    “Colonel Garber requests a ten-nineteen.”
    I smiled. You could live your whole life saying nothing but
10-this
and
10-that.
Sometimes I felt like I already had. A 10-19 was a contact by phone or radio. Less serious than a 10-16, which was a contact by secure landline.
Colonel Garber requests a 10-19
meant
Garber wants you to call him,
was all. Some MP units get in the habit of speaking English, but clearly this one hadn’t yet.
    I stepped into my office and saw Kramer’s suit carrier propped against the wall and a carton containing his shoes and underwear and hat sitting next to it. His uniform was still on three hangers. They were hung one in front of the other on my coatrack. I walked past them to my borrowed desk and dialed Garber’s number. Listened to the purr of the ring tone and wondered what my brother wanted. Wondered how he had tracked me down. I had been in Panama sixty hours ago. Before that I had been all over the place. So he had made a big effort to find me. So maybe it was important. I picked up a pencil and wrote
Joe
on a slip of paper. Then I underlined it, twice.
    “Yes?” Leon Garber said in my ear.
    “Reacher here,” I said. The clock on the wall showed a little after nine in the morning. Kramer’s onward connection to LAX was already in the air.
    “It was a heart attack,” Garber said. “No question.”
    “Walter Reed worked fast.”
    “He was a general.”
    “But a general with a bad heart.”
    “Bad arteries, actually. Severe arteriosclerosis leading to fatal ventricular fibrillation. That’s what they’re telling us. And I believe them too. Probably kicked in around the time the whore took her bra off.”
    “He wasn’t carrying any pills.”
    “It was probably undiagnosed. It’s one of those things. You feel fine, then you feel dead. No way it could be faked, anyway. You could simulate fibrillation with an electric shock, I guess, but you can’t simulate forty years’ worth of crap in the arteries.”
    “Were we worried about it being faked?”
    “There could have been KGB interest,” Garber said. “Kramer and his tanks are the biggest single tactical problem the Red Army is facing.”
    “Right now the Red Army is facing the other way.”
    “Kind of early to say whether that’s permanent or not.”
    I didn’t reply. The phone went quiet.
    “I can’t let anyone else touch this with a stick,” Garber said. “Not just yet. Because of the circumstances. You understand that, right?”
    “So?”
    “So you’re going to have to do the widow thing,” Garber said.
    “Me? Isn’t she in Germany?”
    “She’s in Virginia. She’s home for the holidays. They have a house there.”
    He gave me the address and I wrote it on the slip of paper, directly underneath where I had underlined
Joe.
    “Anyone with her?” I asked.
    “They don’t have kids. So she’s probably alone.”
    “OK,” I said.
    “She doesn’t know yet,” Garber said. “Took me a while to track her down.”
    “Want me to take a priest?”
    “It isn’t a combat death. You could take a female partner, I guess. Mrs. Kramer might be a hugger.”
    “OK.”
    “Spare her the details, obviously. He was en route to Irwin, is all. Croaked in a layover hotel. We need to make that the official line. Nobody except you and me knows any different yet, and that’s the way we’re going to keep it. Except you can tell whoever you partner with, I guess. Mrs. Kramer might ask questions, and you’ll need to be on the same page. What about the local cops? Are they going to leak?”
    “The guy I saw was an ex-Marine. He knows the score.”
    “Semper Fi,” Garber said.
    “I didn’t find the briefcase yet,” I said.
    The phone went quiet again.
    “Do the widow thing first,” Garber said. “Then keep on looking for it.”

    I told the day-shift corporal to move Kramer’s effects to my quarters. I wanted to keep them safe