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up wearing undershirts when we moved here, to save on drawer space.”
    “When did you move here?”
    Angela was still standing. A slight woman, but she seemed to fill the tiny space.
    “Just after Charlie came along,” she said. “We wanted a real home. We were very happy here. Small, but it was all we needed.”
    “What happened the last time you saw him?”
    “He went out in the morning, same as always. But he never came back.”
    “When was that?”
    “Five days before the deputies came over to tell me they had found his body.”
    “Did he ever talk to you about his work?”
    Angela said, “Charlie, do you need a drink?”
    Charlie said, “I’m OK, Mom.”
    Reacher asked, “Did Calvin ever talk to you about his work?”
    “Not very much,” Angela said. “Sometimes the studios would want an actor checked out, to find out what bodies were buried. He would give me the showbiz gossip. That’s all, really.”
    Reacher said, “When we knew him he was a pretty blunt guy. He would say what was on his mind.”
    “He stayed that way. You think he upset someone?”
    “No, I just wondered whether he ever got around to toning it down. And if not, whether you liked it or not.”
    “I loved it. I loved everything about him. I respect honesty and openness.”
    “So would you mind if I was blunt?”
    “Go right ahead.”
    “I think there’s something you’re not telling us.”

11
    Angela Franz sat down again and asked, “What do you think I’m not telling you?”
    “Something useful,” Reacher said.
    “Useful? What could possibly be useful to me now?”
    “Not just to you. To us, too. Calvin was yours, because you married him, OK. But he was ours too, because we worked with him. We have a right to find out what happened to him, even if you don’t want to.”
    “Why do you think I’m hiding something?”
    “Because every time I get close to asking you a question, you duck it. I asked you what Calvin was working on, and you made a big fuss about sitting us down. I asked you again, and you talked to Charlie about going out to play. Not to spare him hearing your answer, because you used the time you gained to decide you don’t have an answer.”
    Angela looked across the tiny room, straight at him. “Are you going to break my arm now? Calvin told me he saw you break someone’s arm in an interview. Or was that Dave O’Donnell?”
    “Me, probably,” Reacher said. “O’Donnell was more of a leg breaker.”
    “I promise you,” Angela said. “I’m not hiding anything. Nothing at all. I don’t know what Calvin was working on and he didn’t tell me.”
    Reacher looked back at her, deep into her bewildered blue eyes, and he believed her, just a little bit. She was hiding something, but it wasn’t necessarily about Calvin Franz.
    “OK,” he said. “I apologize.”
    He and Neagley left shortly after that, with directions to Franz’s Culver City office, after further brief condolences and another shake of the cold, fragile hand.

    The man called Thomas Brant watched them go. He was twenty yards from his Crown Victoria, which was parked forty yards west of Franz’s house. He was walking up from a corner bodega with a cup of coffee. He slowed his gait and watched Reacher and Neagley from behind until they turned the corner a hundred yards ahead. Then he sipped his coffee and speed-dialed his boss, Curtis Mauney, one-handed, and left a voice mail describing what he had seen.

    At that same moment, the man in the dark blue suit was walking back to his dark blue Chrysler sedan. The sedan was parked in the Beverly Wilshire’s valet lane. The man in the suit was poorer by the fifty bucks that the desk clerk had accepted as a bribe, and therefore correspondingly richer in new information, but he was puzzled by the new information’s implications. He called his boss on his cell and said, “According to the hotel the big guy’s name is Thomas Shannon, but there was no Thomas Shannon on our list.”
    His