By Lee Child
Lonely cities in Colorado: wish and depression. among them, twelve miles of empty highway. Jack Reacher by no means turns again. it isn't in his nature. All he desires is a cup of espresso. What he will get is gigantic hassle. So in Lee Child’s electrifying new novel, Reacher—a guy without worry, no illusions, and not anything to lose—goes to struggle opposed to a city that not just desires him long gone, it desires him useless. It wasn’t the welcome Reacher anticipated. He was once simply passing via, minding his personal company. yet inside mins of his arrival a deputy is within the sanatorium and Reacher is again in wish, constructing a base of operations opposed to depression, the place a massive, seething walled-off business website does whatever not anyone is meant to determine . . . the place a small aircraft takes to the air each evening and returns seven hours later . . . the place a garrison of well-trained and well-armed army cops—the form of infantrymen Reacher as soon as commanded—waits and watches . . . the place chiefly younger males have disappeared and anxious younger women wait and desire for his or her return.Joining forces with a stunning cop who runs wish with a funky hand, Reacher is going up opposed to Despair—against the deputies who attempt to holiday him and the wealthy guy who attempts to scare him—and starts off to crack open the secrets and techniques, starts off to reveal the terrifying connection to a far off battle that’s killing american citizens via the thousand.Now, among a city and the guy who owns it, among Reacher and his sense of right and wrong, whatever has to provide. And Reacher by no means supplies an inch.
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Then he turned a corner and didn’t hear it anymore. An hour later he was still in the diner. He had eaten soup, steak, fries, beans, apple pie, and ice cream. Now he was drinking coffee. It was a better brew than at the restaurant in Despair. And it had been served in a mug that was cylindrical in shape. Still too thick at the rim, but much closer to the ideal. He was thinking about Despair, and he was wondering why getting him out of town had been more important than keeping him there and busting him for the assault on the deputy.
Vaughan slowed some more and pulled in at the curb. Put the transmission in Park and turned in her seat. ” she said. “Get over it and move on. ” Reacher said nothing. “Go get a meal and a room for the night,” Vaughan said. ” Reacher nodded. “Thanks for the ride,” he said. ” He opened the door and slid out to the sidewalk. Hope’s version of Main Street was called First Street. He knew there was a diner a block away on Second Street. He had eaten breakfast there. He set out walking toward it and heard Vaughan’s Crown Vic move away behind him.
It echoed and smelled of dust. The cop walked ahead and opened the bullpen gate. Pointed Reacher toward the defense table. The cop sat down at the prosecution table. They waited. Then an inconspicuous door in the back wall opened and a man in a suit walked in. ” Reacher stayed in his seat. The man in the suit clumped up three steps and slid in behind the dais. He was bulky and somewhere over sixty and had a full head of white hair. His suit was cheap and badly cut. He picked up a pen and straightened a legal pad in front of him.