Best Jack Reacher Novels & Stories

“ Good to have you back! “ Jason said excitedly, giving me a hug that took me a while to respond to. “ Half a year has passed... “ I say distancing myself. “ I miss you! You're one of the best cops here. “ Jason nodded. “ Here I am... “ Let's catch this killer, he's in a dangerous neighborhood! Are you ready? “ I was born prepared. “ He said determinedly. We both left and went to do our work. Modesty aside, I was good at catching murderers, I've arrested several dangerous men that many other police officers couldn't find. I was the guy who entered the city's most feared neighborhoods and didn't come out until I found the criminal. I am objective and observant. Every detail, word, any bait I

He asked looking at all three of them, Matteo was already at alert as he watched them too, he could tell Spade just looked relaxed, nothing about this confrontation was relaxing or even okay. "A surprise indeed" the police chief muttered before taking two steps closer to Spade, he watched his every move, waiting to see if he would react to anything done or said, he'd heard a lot about Spade, he'd never met him before but he was one of his greatest challenge since becoming the police chief, he was patiently waiting for the day where he'd have Spade at his mercy and that day was fast approaching, with the amount of information he was gathering on him, it wouldn't take long before he would pin

He held a glass of whiskey, untouched, his attention fixed on the city rather than the screen displaying confirmation of Julia’s acceptance. She had agreed to attend. A slow smile curved his lips. “She didn’t disappoint,” he murmured. His assistant stood nearby, tablet in hand. “The Reynolds brothers confirmed everything you asked for.” Jack turned slightly. “And?” “They gave habits. Patterns. Emotional tells. Nothing earth-shattering but enough.” Jack chuckled softly. “Desperate people always think information is more valuable than it is.” “Do you trust them?” the assistant asked. Jack’s smile thinned. “No. But I don’t need to.”

‘What was I thinking? After he was done with the shower, Damian decided to do some work in his study. He had been trying to dig out gangs that sneakily did drug trafficking in his territory even when he had banned it. Being a good hacker, he had logged into the city’s surveillance. He was going through the system when his phone rang. Seeing that it was Jack, he picked it up. “Sir, that man we followed has escaped our men.” Jack said breathlessly. “I think he’s really working for Zach. He had help.”

******** *JACKO* “Hello, Senior Detective Jackson speaking.”I was waiting for a few calls. I had a friend of mine go to the jail to assess the two women; if all went well, they would not want the assessment done there. They are so desperate to get out that they won't even ask where they are going to be assessed.

A man who dark skin that has a reddish undertone, long black hair, and Aztec/Incan/Mayan-type tattoos greets carefully walking toward us. "Jericho. Good morning to you too. I appreciate you coming here." "Interestingly enough when you called me yesterday about the case, I was already in town." "Jericho is a mystic I've worked with before he knows all about the occult stuff like this," Detective Porter explains. I reach a hand out to shake Jericho's. "I'm Jensen. I'm the lead forensic investigator." "Jach ki'imak in wool in wilikech. In kaaba'e Jericho."

The more information about Taro he found out, the more he realised that Taro Reed was an awful man. Later that day, Dectective Caleb Jakins returned home to get ready for the night out. He took a hot shower to ease his muscles and lay down on his bed in only his towel. He took the photograph of Aideen Foster out of her file and stared at it. There was just something about her that Caleb couldn’t understand.

“Ok then please get out of the back door. Media is creating a commotion in front of the bureau.” “Thank you.” Alex walked out, leaving stunned people behind who couldn’t recover from the shock they just got after seeing Alex and his behavior. He was so humble and gloomy too; he addressed Jack as chief and thanked Henry twice in a row. “Henry though it’s an unofficial matter, but I want is result fast.” Jack yell. Henry nods and strode towards Zach who is working with his team. “Is there any result, Zach?” “No officer Henry, the perpetrator has been outsmarting me. Whenever I was about to reach his location, he changed it efficiently.”

Few of them had a huge crush on Esha – her dimpled cheek, lean figure and glistening eyes warranted nothing less. At a distance, tyres screeched loudly, and the spectators in the badminton court evaporated before Rishabh’s eyes. There was a loud crunch of gravel as a figure rushed towards the entrance door. It was Inspector Rashid, the highest-ranking police officer in Palampur. He was a small man with a broad chest and muscular arms. The full-rimmed black spectacles on his round face added a degree of suaveness to his personality. He was in his early fifties and inclined to be lazy, but like all lazy people who excel in coming up with cunning shortcuts, the inspector too was intelligent. Hi

********* By dawn, the Washington Hotel looked worse than sin itself. Jack stood under the awning, collar soaked, watching as uniformed officers zipped the dead cop into a bag. Reporters hovered across the street like vultures. Detective Marsh came up behind him, chewing his usual toothpick. “You always find the messiest jobs, Connors.” Jack didn’t smile. “He was set up.” “Yeah, by whom?” Jack’s eyes drifted toward the river. “Ask Darcy. His fingerprints are all over this city—maybe even on that trigger.”