"You drink it black," Froelich said. "Just like Joe."
Reacher nodded. "Thing I can't get my head around is I was always the kid brother, but now I'm three years older than he ever got to be."
Froelich looked away. "I know. He just stopped being there, but the world carried on anyway. It should have changed, just a little bit."
She sipped her coffee. Black, no sugar. Just like Joe.
"Nobody ever think of doing it, apart from him?" Reacher asked. "Using an outsider for a security audit?"
"Nobody."
"Secret Service is a relatively old organization."
"So?"
"So I'm going to ask you an obvious question."
She nodded. "President Lincoln signed us into existence just after lunch on April fourteenth, 1865. Then he went to the theater that same night and got assassinated."
"Ironic."
"From our perspective, now. But back then we were only supposed to protect the currency. Then McKinley was assassinated in 1901 and they figured they should have somebody looking out for the President full-time, and we got the job."
"Because there was no FBI until the 1930s."
She shook her head. "Actually there was an early incarnation called the Office of the Chief Examiner, founded in 1908. It became the FBI in 1935."
"That sounds like the sort of pedantic stuff Joe would know."
"I think it was him who told me."
"He would. He loved all that historical stuff."
He saw her make an effort not to go quiet again.
"So what was your obvious question?" she said.
"You use an outsider for the very first time in a hundred and one years, got to be because of something more than you're a perfectionist."
She started to answer, and then she stopped. She paused a beat. He saw her decide to lie. He could sense it, in the angle of her shoulder.
"I'm under big pressure," she said. "You know, professionally. There are a lot of people waiting for me to screw up. I need to be sure."
He said nothing. Waited for the embellishments. Liars always embellish.
"I wasn't an easy choice," she said. "It's still rare for a woman to head up a team. There's a gender thing going on, same as anywhere else, I guess, same as always. Some of my colleagues are a little Neanderthal."
He nodded. Said nothing.
"It's always on my mind," she said. "I've got to slam-dunk the whole thing."
"Which Vice President?" he asked. "The new one or the old one?"
"The new one," she said. "Brook Armstrong. The Vice President-elect, strictly speaking. I was assigned to lead his team back when he joined the ticket, and we want continuity, so it's a little bit like an election for us, too. If our guy wins, we stay on the job. If our guy loses, we're back to being footsoldiers."
Reacher smiled. "So did you vote for him?"
She didn't answer.
"What did Joe say about me?" he asked.
"He said you'd relish the challenge. You'd beat your brains out to find a way of getting it done. He said you had a lot of ingenuity and you'd find three or four ways of doing it and we'd learn a lot from you."
"And you said?"
"This was eight years ago, don't forget. I was kind of full of myself, I guess. I said no way would you even get close."
"And he said?"
"He said plenty of people had made that same mistake."
Reacher shrugged. "I was in the Army eight years ago. I was probably ten thousand miles away, up to my eyes in bullshit."
She nodded. "Joe knew that. It was kind of theoretical."
He looked at her. "But now it's not theoretical, apparently. Eight years later you're going ahead with it. And I'm still wondering why."
"Like I said, now it's my call. And I'm under big-time pressure to perform well."
He said nothing.
"Would you consider doing it?" Froelich asked.
"I don't know much about Armstrong. Never heard much about him before."
She nodded. "Nobody has. He was a surprise choice. Junior senator from North Dakota, standard-issue family man, wife, grown-up daughter, cares long-distance for his sick old mother, never made any kind of national impact. But he's an OK guy, for a politician. Better than most. I like him a lot, so far."
Reacher nodded. Said nothing.
"We would pay you, obviously," Froelich said. "That's not a problem. You know, a professional fee, as long as it's reasonable."
"I'm not very interested in money," Reacher said. "I don't need a job."
"You could volunteer."
"I was a soldier. Soldiers never volunteer for anything."
"That's not what Joe said about you. He said you did all kinds of stuff."
"I don't like to be employed."
"Well, if you want to do it for free we certainly wouldn't object."
He was quiet for a beat. "There would be expenses, probably, if a person did this sort of a thing properly."
"We'd reimburse them, naturally. Whatever the person needed. All official and aboveboard, afterward."
He looked down at the table. "Exactly what would you want the person to do?"
"I want you, not a person. Just to act the part of an assassin. To scrutinize things from an outside perspective. Find the holes. Prove to me if he's vulnerable, with times, dates, places. I could start you off with some schedule information, if you want."
"You offer that to all assassins? If you're going to do this you should do it for real, don't you think?"
"OK," she said.
"You still think nobody could get close?"
She considered her answer carefully, maybe ten seconds. "On balance, yes, I do. We work very hard. I think we've got everything covered."
"So you think Joe was wrong back then?"
She didn't answer.
"Why did you break up?" he asked.
She glanced away for a second and shook her head. "That's private."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-five."
"So eight years ago you were twenty-seven."
She smiled. "Joe was nearly thirty-six. An older man. I celebrated his birthday with him. And his thirty-seventh."
Reacher moved sideways a little and looked at her again. Joe had good taste, he thought. Close up, she looked good. Smelled good. Perfect skin, great eyes, long lashes. Good cheekbones, a small straight nose. She looked lithe and strong. She was attractive, no doubt about it. He wondered what it would be like to hold her, kiss her. Go to bed with her. He pictured Joe wondering the same thing, the first time she walked into the office he ran. And he eventually found out. Way to go, Joe.
"I guess I forgot to send a birthday card," he said. "Either time."
"I don't think he minded."
"We weren't very close," he said. "I don't really understand why not."
"He liked you," she said. "He made that clear. Talked about you, time to time. I think he was quite proud of you, in his own way."
Reacher said nothing.
"So will you help me out?" she asked.
"What was he like? As a boss?"
"He was terrific. He was a superstar, professionally."
"What about as a boyfriend?"
"He was pretty good at that, too."
Reacher said nothing. There was a long silence.
"Where have you been since you left the service?" Froelich asked. "You haven't left much of a paper trail."
"That was the plan," Reacher said. "I keep myself to myself."
Questions in her eyes.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm not radioactive."
"I know," she said. "Because I checked. But I'm kind of curious, now that I've met you. You were just a name before."
He glanced down at the table, trying to look at himself as a third party, described secondhand in occasional bits and pieces by a brother. It was an interesting perspective.
"Will you help me out?" she asked again.
She unbuttoned her coat, because of the warmth of the room. She was wearing a pure white blouse under the coat. She moved a little closer, and half-turned to face him. They were as close as lovers on a lazy afternoon.
"I don't know," he said.
"It'll be dangerous," she said. "I have to warn you that nobody will know you're out there except me. That's a big problem if you're spotted anywhere. Maybe it's a bad idea. Maybe I shouldn't be asking."
"I wouldn't be spotted anywhere," Reacher said.
She smiled. "That's exactly what Joe told me you'd say, eight years ago."
He said nothing.
"It's very important," she said. "And urgent."
"You want to tell me why it's important?"
"I've already told you why."
"Want to tell me why it's urgent?"
She said nothing.
"I don't think this is theoretical at all," he said.
She said nothing.
"I think you've got a situation," he said.
She said nothing.
"I think you know somebody is out there," he said. "An active threat."
She looked away. "I can't comment on that."
"I was in the Army," he said. "I've heard answers like that before."