The kid didn’t answer.
Hannah pulled the bike off him. “Are you hurt? Did you hit your head?”
“I’m fine.” The kid rolled onto all fours, struggled to his feet, and took hold of the handlebars. “Give me that. I need to get going.”
“Where to? What’s the hurry? Do you have any water? Do your parents know you’re here?”
“I’ve got to get to Winson. I can’t be late.”
“Just sit for a moment. Rest. Get your breath back, at least.”
“There’s no time.”
“You’re in no state to walk, let alone ride.” Hannah snatched the handlebars. “We’re going part of your way. Come on. There’s a rack at the back. Put the bike on there. We’ll give you a ride.”
* * *
—
The bus purred up the hill. The bike rattled and bounced on the rack. The kid sat on the couch at the back of the cabin, stiff and anxious.
Hannah adjusted her mirror so that she could see him without turning around. She said, “What’s your name?”
The kid said, “Jed. Jed Starmer.”
“Well, Jed, why’s it so important you get to Winson this morning?”
“Something’s happening. I can’t be late. I’ve come too far to miss it.”
“What’s happening? Where?”
“Someone’s getting released from the prison.” Jed took a breath. “My dad.”
Reacher said, “I read about that. Anton Begovic?”
Jed nodded. “He was never married to my mom. That’s why we have different last names.”
“Does he know you’re coming?”
“He doesn’t know I exist.”
* * *
—
The bus crested the hill and Hannah’s phone announced they had a left turn coming up in a half mile.
Reacher said, “Where did you travel from?”
Jed said, “L.A.”
“On the bike the whole way?”
“On the bus. The Greyhound. I just rode the bike from Jackson.”
“You brought the bike with you?”
“I kind of borrowed it.”
Hannah sighed. Reacher said nothing.
Jed said, “I didn’t steal it. You don’t understand. I had everything planned. I was supposed to stay in a hotel, then get a taxi, but all my stuff got stolen, and my money got stolen, and two creepy guys tried to kidnap me, and some cops came, and—”
Reacher said, “It’s OK. No one’s accusing you of anything.”
“This is important. I’m not a thief, OK? The guy riding the bike was an asshole. He rode into me, and he pushed me, and he yelled at me. Then he left it right there. On the sidewalk. Unlocked. I had no choice. I’ll give it back when I’m done. I swear.”
Hannah said, “Sounds like you’ve had an awful time. You lost everything?”
“Pretty much. All I’ve got left is my toothbrush. I had it in my pocket.”
“What about your mom? Could she not help? Would you like me to call her?”
“You can’t. She died—pancreatic cancer. It came on quick.”
“I’m sorry.”
Reacher said, “What’s your plan when you get to the prison?”
Jed shrugged. “Meet my dad, I guess.”
“How? They have some kind of big shindig planned. Press. TV. The whole nine yards. You won’t be able to just stroll up and say, Hi, I’m your kid.”
Jed shrugged again. “I’ve come this far. I’ll figure something out.”
* * *
—
They came to the intersection and the phone insisted they should turn. Winson was straight on, so Hannah pulled over to the side of the road. She said, “It’s flat from here. You should be OK on the bike. I’ll help you get it off the rack.”
Jed opened the door. “I can get it. Thanks for the ride.”
Hannah said, “Hold on a sec. We need to talk real quick.”
“What about?”
“If I’m understanding this right you’re about to meet your dad for the first time. That’s a huge thing. For both of you. It needs to be handled just right because it’s going to have an impact on the whole of the rest of your lives.”
Jed didn’t respond.
Hannah said, “Have you ever met anyone who’s been in prison?”
Jed said, “No.”
“I have. A lot of times. I work with a charity that helps people when they get out. The next few months are going to be very hard on your dad. Even if he hated it, even if he didn’t deserve to be there, he’ll be totally used to life in an institution. The outside world is completely different. It’s like he’s going to be dumped in a strange country where he doesn’t speak the language or understand the customs. It’ll be daunting for him. It’ll be frightening. He’ll be overwhelmed with all the changes, and one thing he’s really going to struggle with is surprises. He could react…in a way he wouldn’t be happy about, looking back.”