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Oct 29, Minutes Pre-Order. Oct 29, Pages. Oct 29, Minutes. Reacher is on a Greyhound bus, minding his own business, with no particular place to go, and all the time in the world to get there.
Then he steps off the bus to help an old man who is obviously just a victim waiting to happen. But you know what they say about good deeds.
Now Reacher wants to make it right. An elderly couple have made a few well-meaning mistakes, and now they owe big money to some very bad people.
One brazen move leads to another, and suddenly Reacher finds himself a wanted man in the middle of a brutal turf war between rival Ukrainian and Albanian gangs. Reacher has to stay one step ahead of the loan sharks, the thugs, and the assassins.
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Hardcover —. Any fool could look at where his truck was hit and tell who was at fault here.
He just wrote the tickets and in the accident report stated that both drivers were at fault, and seriously pondered whether or not he should lock these two up for the safety of the universe.
But he restrained himself, and oversaw the transportation of both furious drivers to the local hospital to be checked out, and the removal of the damaged vehicles. He was tired, hungry, and both angry and discouraged. Generally he loved his work. Granted, it was usually scut work; he dealt with the worst of society, while having to maneuver on tippy-toes through a tangle of laws and regulations.
But when everything worked and a drug dealer got sent away for a few years, or a murderer was put away forever, or a burglary gang was rounded up and an old lady on Social Security got her inch television back, that made it all worthwhile. He was a good sheriff, though he hated the political side of it, hated having to campaign for office. Not many people had that chance. During full moons, however, he doubted his own sanity.
He had to be a fool or an idiot, or both, to want a job that put him on the front lines during the periods of rampant weirdness. Cops and emergency room personnel could all testify to the craziness that went on during a full moon.
The scariest thing about it was that both of them had been sober. So one full moon a month was all Jackson felt any human should be called upon to endure. A blue moon, the second full moon in a single month, fell under the heading of cruel and unusual punishment. For one thing, though the radio traffic was usually businesslike, for the benefit of the good citizens who listened in on their scanners, the dispatcher had fallen into a more personal tone. He flipped the cover open and dialed the dispatcher.
Sometimes the citizens involved might not agree, but Jackson always did.
This was one of those times when growing up in west Texas instead of south Alabama was a definite handicap. He knew where Old Boggy Road was, but only because he had spent days looking at county maps and memorizing the roads. He had never personally been on Old Boggy, though.
And he knew who Thaniel Vargas was; a slightly thick-headed troublemaker, the type found in every community. Thaniel was hot-tempered, a bit of a bully, and he liked his beer a little too much. Other than that, though, Jackson drew a blank. Jackson surrendered and let himself go with the flow. That was twice in one minute Jo had surprised him.
Not that I think so, mind, but I can see where some would be uneasy. The only way to get there is to hike in, or by the river. He wondered just what the hell he was supposed to do, since Jo had just told him the only way to get to the Jones place was by boat. And he wondered, not for the first time, whether or not he was going to survive this damn blue moon. Well, until it killed him, he had a job to do. He assessed the situation and began solving the most immediate problems. I called Charlotte Watkins.