Reacher sighed, rubbing his temples. He knew that look. He knew that tone. He was going back in.

The words echoed in his mind like a threat. Who could be looking for him, and why? Jack's instincts told him to keep moving, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Alright, Holly. I'm in. But we're doing this my way."

Jack Reacher, the former military policeman turned drifter, had been on the move for months. He had no fixed abode, no steady job, and no particular destination in mind. Just a series of one-night stands, cheap motels, and solitary meals at diners.