“You understand exactly what’s happening?” she asked him.

He watched her face. Watched her eyes. She was staring straight at him. Astonishment on her face. She thought she was stuck in there with an idiot. She thought he didn’t understand exactly what was happening.

“It’s pretty clear, right?” he said. “From the evidence?”

“What evidence?” she said. “It was all over in a split second.”

“Exactly,” he said. “That’s all the evidence I need, right? Tells me more or less what I need to know.”

He stopped talking and started resting again. Next opportunity to get away would be the next time the truck stopped. Could be some hours away. He felt he could be in for a long day. Felt he should be prepared to conserve his resources.

“So what do you need to know?” the woman said.

Her eyes were steady on his.

“You’ve been kidnapped,” he said. “I’m here by accident.”

She was still looking at him. Still confident. Still thinking. Still not sure whether or not she was cuffed to an idiot.

“It’s pretty clear, right?” he said again. “It wasn’t me they were after.”

She made no reply. Just arched a fine eyebrow.

“Nobody knew I was going to be there,” he said. “I didn’t even know I was going to be there. Until I got there. But it was a well-planned operation. Must have taken time to set up. Based on surveillance, right? Three guys, one in the car, two on the street. The car was parked exactly level. They had no idea where I was going to be. But obviously they knew for sure where you were going to be. So don’t be looking at me like I’m the idiot here. You’re the one made the big mistake.”

“Mistake?” the woman said.

“You’re too regular in your habits,” Reacher said. “They studied your movements, maybe two or three weeks, and you walked right into their arms. They weren’t expecting anybody else to be there. That’s clear, right? They only brought one set of handcuffs.”