The Essential Jack Reacher 11 Book Bundle
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Jack Reacher is the most compelling hero in action and suspense today--hailed by Stephen King as "the coolest continuing series character now on offer" and a household name for legions of fans who can't get enough of Lee Child's #1 bestsellers.
"The truth about Reacher gets better and better."--Janet Maslin, The New York Times
Once an elite military cop, Reacher is now a man with no phone, no address, and no ties anywhere. He wanders the land and lives in the moment--a cool-headed righter of wrongs who can't let the bad guys get away with anything. This addictive eBook bundle features eleven Reacher adventures, which can be read in any order. But fair warning: Once you start, you won't stop until you've finished them all.
Persuader / The Enemy / One Shot / The Hard Way /Bad Luck and Trouble / Nothing to Lose / Gone Tomorrow / 61 Hours / Worth Dying For / The Affair / A Wanted Man
anybody else.” “So what do we do?” “We’ll have to recruit the Syrian.” “Then we can’t bust him.” “You wanted two-for-one?” I said. “Can’t have it. The Syrian is only doing his job. Can’t fault him for that. Quinn is the bad guy here.” She was quiet for a moment, a little disappointed. Then she shrugged. “OK,” she said. “But how do we do it? The Syrian will just walk away from us. He’s an embassy attaché. He’s got diplomatic immunity.” I smiled again. “Diplomatic immunity is just a sheet of
strength had been the suspect pool. But cases like that require unlimited manpower, big staffs, and endless resources. And they require everybody’s total cooperation. They can’t be handled behind a CO’s back, in secret, by two people acting alone. “Impossible,” I said. “Nothing’s impossible,” Summer said. “We have to go at it a different way.” “How?” “What did he take to the scene?” “Nothing.” “Wrong,” I said. “He took himself.” Summer shrugged. Dragged her fingers up the folded edges of
a thing, they usually do a good job.” “No cops,” Lane said. Nobody spoke. “You were a cop,” Lane said. “You can do what they do.” “I can’t,” Reacher said. “You were a military cop. Therefore all things being equal you can do better than them.” “All things aren’t equal. I don’t have their resources.” “You can make a start.” The room went very quiet. Reacher glanced at the phone, and the photograph. “How much money did they want?” he asked. “One million dollars in cash,” Lane answered.
came back with three separate names and a mass of figures. “Anthony Jackson is thirty-nine years old and his wife Susan is thirty-eight. Her maiden name was indeed Taylor. They have one child, a daughter, age eight, and they seem to have saddled her with the unfortunate name of Melody.” “That’s a nice name,” Pauling said. “Not for Norfolk. I don’t suppose she’s happy at school.” Reacher asked, “Have they been in Norfolk long? Is that where the Taylors are from? As a family?” The guy scrolled
used long complex mixes of lower-case and upper-case letters and numbers that meant nothing to anyone, including themselves. Those passwords were effectively unbreakable. But Franz had never been paranoid. He had been a relaxed guy, serious about but simultaneously a little amused by security demands. And he was a words guy, not a numbers guy. He was a man of interests and enthusiasms. Full of affections and loyalties. Middlebrow tastes. A memory like an elephant. Reacher said, “Angela, Charlie,