Best Jack Reacher Novels & Stories

She didn’t say a word. “Nick? Nick Dalton,” the man said with joy. Nick glanced at him. He was surprised to see that Jackie’s seducer was Jonathan Jenkins. He was at least twenty-three years older than Jackie. He was the eldest son of the late Lester Jenkins. “Jonathan . . . nice to see you,” Nick said as he tried to gather his thoughts. God, he is way too old for her. “I thought you left Arizona,” Jonathan said. Jackie was still stunned. “I did for a while,” Nick said as he sized Jonathan up. “I came back to turn in Peter Beauford a.k.a. Ghost to the sheriff’s department.”

I was glad when he agreed that getting into that company fast was our only chance to find the undeniable evidence of their crime. "But there's a problem, Cora," he said reluctantly, "I can't help you with that. I'm already working full speed on Lan Liling's reopened case, and today I am taking a group of agents to hunt down former Chief George Richardson. That bastard got tipped that we were trying to get him, so apparently, he escaped from the state." "I see..." I sighed, and of course, naturally, thought that my next move would be to call Chris. "Chris won't help you either, I'm afraid." Jack seemed to be reading my mind. "As far as I know, he would be joining Aren in Paris."

Sergeant Chriswell exclaimed, his excitement palpable. “I see..." the Sheriff responded, his brow furrowing as he attempted to gather his thoughts. “Tell me, have you made any significant progress on our prime suspect in this case, Eric Damian? What do we know about him?" Sheriff Jenkins inquired, his voice filled with a mix of determination and curiosity.

Jack was speaking like someone was around him to hear whatever he was talking about. He searched for cases according to the information that he had. He searched for both family names to be in one case, but Jack did not find any. He searched for what happened to the Peters'. He found an article that Brianna's father, Leith Peters, was a well-decorated marine officer. The latter retired early from his position to establish his own Private Investigator business after settling down with his wife, Elizabeth Patel, a forensic psychologist scientist. He did not find anything to connect the Michaelson's with the Peters in any case.

It was a pivotal maneuver that formed part of the elaborate scheme I had put into action. Upon redirecting our focus to the police station, my level of apprehension increased. Yet to our pleasant surprise, we were greeted by Jack - the detective in charge of Johnson's case. It was an unexpected twist of fate as Jack wasn't just any ordinary detective; he had a personal connection with me from high school and college as one of my previous boyfriends. While Jack presented evidence linking a man to Johnson's death, I observed that he didn't smile upon noticing me. Despite this, my self-assurance grew as I believed I could influence him with an advantageous bribe. Sadly, my optimism was brief si

she waved her hand, and a small smile formed on my lips. "And yes, it's quite something, isn't it?" Charlotte replied with a small smile. "Jack's grandfather built it back in the 1920s." "I can't imagine what it must be like to live here," I whispered to myself, but Jack turned his head towards me. He was about to say something when a man in a gray suit walked down the stairs. "Jack!" he yelled with a laugh, and Jack clenched his hands and glared at him. "Liam," he gritted out. I couldn't help but stare in awe at how similar Liam and Jack looked.

I cursed in anger, trying to control my emotions. “You did good, Jason,” Jake said. “You did so well that we have the location of where she is.” He pointed to the monitor screens scattered around the room, where there was a red dot on the map. “We managed to track her through the call. The perfect crime doesn't exist. There are always traces left by the criminal. This Kendall may be smart and calculating, but she is nothing more than a cheap criminal who will fall right into our hands.” He had a look of triumph on his face. Jake Gardner was an excellent police officer, nothing escaped him. "Excellent! Just give me the address, and I'll go get my wife there,” I said in a hurry, going to get m

“You never dealt with him directly, did you? Your brother Garth did, though. Through an intermediary named Hector Lyonell.” Both Christina and Charles went absolutely white. Raven felt her eyes widen. “Professionally,” started Kade, “he goes by The Jackal.” Christina shot out of her chair. “What do you think this proves? I don’t even know this man!” “But I know you,” said the Jackal. He sounded perfectly calm, perfectly pleasant. “More importantly, I know quite a few people very high up in the judicial system. My client base is… extensive and exclusive to say the least. They won’t need proof to put you away. Only a suggestion from me that they had better do it, to prevent some of their own u

Lance aka Doc doctor for club. Ezra aka Patch EMT for club. Victor Aka Navy best at boats watercraft. Warren Aka Chopper best at air craft. Anthony Aka Edge best at knives. Jaime aka Data best at tech/ IT. Walter aka Hacker tech geek. Corey aka Jammer tech geek. Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks.

Calista has that strong sense that Luca has the connection to what happened to her family especially knowing that he is the one who had hide Skye from her. “Hello?” Greeted Detective Jack as he answer the call. “Hey Detective, do you mind if I pay you a visit at this moment?” Detective Jack waved his hand calling Detective Park to get closer to him. “ “Who are you? We don’t allow pets inside our station.” Said Detective Jack in a growling tone then heard Jonathan loudly burst into laugher.