Finlay nodded slowly.
"Shit," he said. "He was the only link we had to exactly what the hell is going on here. You should have hit on him while you had the chance, Reacher."
"Thanks, Finlay," I said. "If I'd known the dead guy was Joe, I'd have hit on him so hard, you'd have heard him yelling all the way over here."
He just grunted. We moved over and sat together on the bench under the barbershop window.
"I asked him what Pluribus was," I said. "He wouldn't answer. He said there were ten local people involved in the scam, plus hired help in from the outside when necessary. And he said the scam is vulnerable until something happens on Sunday. Exposed, somehow."
"What happens on Sunday?" Finlay asked.
"He didn't tell me," I said.
"And you didn't press him?" he asked.
"I wasn't very interested," I said. "I told you that."
"And he gave you no idea what the scam is all about?" he asked.
"No idea," I said.
"Did he say who these ten people are?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"Christ, Reacher, you're a big help, you know that?" he said.
"I'm sorry, Finlay," I said. "I thought Hubble was just some asshole. If I could go back and do it again, I'd do it a lot different, believe me."
"Ten people?" he said again.
"Not counting himself," I said. "Not counting Sherman Stoller, either. But I assume he was counting Chief Morrison."
"Great," Finlay said. "That only leaves me another nine to find."
"You'll find one of them today," I said.
THE BLACK PICKUP I'D LAST SEEN LEAVING ENO'S PARKING lot pulled up short at the opposite curb. It waited there, motor running. The Kliner kid leaned his head on his forearm and stared out of the window at me from across the street. Finlay didn't see him. He was looking down at the sidewalk.
"You should be thinking about Morrison," I said to him.
"What about him?" he said. "He's dead, right?"
"But dead how?" I said. "What should that be saying to you?"
He shrugged.
"Somebody making an example of him?" he said. "A message?"
"Correct, Finlay," I said. "But what had he done wrong?"
"Screwed something up, I guess," he said.
"Correct, Finlay," I said again. "He was told to cover up what went down at the warehouse Thursday night. That was his task for the day. He was up there at midnight, you know."
"He was?" Finlay said. "You said that was a bullshit story."
"No," I said. "He didn't see me up there. That part was the bullshit story. But he was up there himself. He saw Joe."
"He did?" Finlay said. "How do you know that?"
"First time he saw me was Friday, right?" I said. "In the office? He was staring at me like he'd seen me before, but he couldn't place where. That was because he'd seen Joe. He noticed a resemblance. Hubble said the same thing. He said I reminded him of his investigator."
"So Morrison was there?" Finlay said. "Was he the shooter?"
"Can't figure it that way," I said. "Joe was a reasonably smart guy. He wouldn't let a fat idiot like Morrison shoot him. The shooter must have been somebody else. I can't figure Morrison for the maniac, either. That much physical exertion would have dropped him with a heart attack. I think he was the third guy. The clean-up guy. But he didn't search Joe's shoes. And because of that, Hubble got hauled in. That got somebody mad. It meant they had to waste Hubble, so Morrison was wasted as a punishment."
"Some punishment," Finlay said.
"Also a message," I said. "So think about it."
"Think about what?" he said. "Wasn't a message for me."
"So who was it a message for?" I said.
"Who is any such message for?" he said. "The next guy in line, right?"
I nodded.
"See why I was worried who was going to be the next chief?" I said.
Finlay dropped his head again and stared at the sidewalk.
"Christ," he said. "You think the next chief will be in the scam?"
"Got to be," I said. "Why would they have Morrison inside? Not for his wonderful personality, right? They had him inside because they need the chief on board. Because that's useful to them in some particular way. So they wouldn't waste Morrison unless they had a replacement ready. And whoever it is, we're looking at a very dangerous guy. He'll be going in there with Morrison's example staring him in the face. Somebody will have just whispered to him: see what we did to Morrison? That's what we'll do to you if you screw up the way he did."
"So who is it?" Finlay said. "Who's going to be the new chief?"
"That's what I was asking you," I said.
WE SAT QUIET ON THE BENCH OUTSIDE THE BARBERSHOP FOR a moment. Enjoyed the sun creeping in under the edge of the striped awning.
"It's you, me and Roscoe," I said. "Right now, the only safe thing is to assume everybody else is involved."
"Why Roscoe?" he said.
"Lots of reasons," I said. "But mainly because she worked hard to get me out of Warburton. Morrison wanted me in there as a fall guy for Thursday night, right? So if Roscoe was inside the scam, she'd have left me in there. But she got me out. She pulled in the exact opposite direction from Morrison. So if he was bent, she isn't."
He looked at me. Grunted.
"Only three of us?" he said. "You're a cautious guy, Reacher."