Late at night, a New York café. Jack Reacher orders coffee in a cup made of foam, not china. So he can move on at a moment’s notice. He owns nothing, carries less. He has never met a woman who said no. Or a case he couldn’t solve.
But now Reacher faces a new case so disturbing that the truth eludes him. He has to sweat the details and work the clues. Doing it the hard way. Until what started on a busy New York street explodes three thousand miles away, in the sleepy English countryside. With Reacher striding alone in the shadows. Armed and dangerous.
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