The Visitor (Jack Reacher, Book 4) (UK Edition)
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Featuring Jack Reacher, hero of the new blockbuster movie starring Tom Cruise.
Sergeant Amy Callan and Lieutenant Caroline Cooke have a lot in common.
Both were army high-flyers. Both were aquainted with Jack Reacher. Both were forced to resign from the service.
Now they're both dead.
Found in their own homes, naked, in a bath full of paint.
Apparent victims of an army man. A loner, a smart guy with a score to settle, a ruthless vigilante.
A man just like Jack Reacher.
said. He pulled off into the next service area. It was pretty much identical to the place Lamarr had used for lunch. Same layout, same buildings. He rolled through the rain to the gas pumps and left the car at the full service island. The tank was full and the guy was cleaning the screen when he got back, wet, carrying a coloured map which unfolded awkwardly into a yard-square sheet. ‘We’re on the wrong road,’ he said. ‘Route 1 would be better.’ ‘OK, next exit,’ Harper said, craning over. ‘Use
it. So what’s that about? He walks around the hood of his car and opens the door. Doesn’t get all the way in. He sits sideways with his feet still out on the road. He leans over and picks up his radio mike. Holds it in his hand for thirty seconds, looking at it, thinking. Then he puts it back. Obviously he’s not going to call it in. He’s not going to tell his sergeant, sir, she won’t let me pee any more. So what’s he going to do? Is this going to change anything? They got to Andrews by driving
fast up the sidewalk. His face bobbed up and down with every stride. The white band of the collar moved below it. The guy was walking quickly. Practically marching. He stopped suddenly a yard from the cop’s right headlight. Just stood on the sidewalk with his neck craned, looking up at Scimeca’s house. The cop buzzed the passenger window down. He didn’t know what to say. Some local citizen, he’d call sir, step this way, with enough tone in there to cancel out the sir. But this was a padre and a
to listen as she whispered in his ear. He nodded again and turned to Deerfield and whispered in turn. Deerfield glanced at Cozo. The three agents from Quantico sat back as he did so, just an imperceptible movement, but with enough body language in it to say OK, we’re interested. Cozo stared back at Deerfield in alarm. Deerfield leaned forward, staring straight through his glasses at Reacher. ‘This is a very confusing situation,’ he said. Reacher said nothing back. Just sat and waited. ‘Exactly
she said. ‘No,’ he said. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Alison Lamarr.’ There was silence. ‘Shit,’ he whispered. Harper nodded. ‘Yeah, shit.’ ‘When?’ ‘Sometime yesterday. He’s speeding up. He didn’t stick to the interval. The next one should have been two weeks away.’ ‘How?’ ‘Same as all the others. The hospital was calling her because her father died, and there was no reply, so eventually they called the cops, and the cops went out there and found her. Dead in the tub, in the paint, like all the