Jack Reacher 3 Novels & Stories

" Three days later, in the Base, Jack was standing in front of a mirror in his room. He had recovered enough to get up and walk around. He was dressed in a camouflage uniform. His handsome face was as grim as usual, and although he was still a patient, he gave out an intimidating aura. His icy eyes were downcast. When he saw a picture on the table, his eyes welled up with tenderness. It was of him and Naomi and was taken when Langdon moved to a new building. With this photo, he survived three tough days of rehab. A solemn horn sounded at the Base. Jack got out of his thoughts. He immediately put the photo carefully in his pocket and turned to go out. Today was the first day the trainees of t

GRAY On Monday morning, the recruits are bright eyed and bushy tailed, eager to resume their training. I cast my gaze downwards as they file onto the arena where Theo, Brock, Jax, and I are waiting. Reid had some pack business come up, so he’s back in Stillwater- his pack’s town- for the day.

I asked and Jack laughed. “Do you need anything” “No. Have you found your leak yet?” I asked him. “Not yet,” Jack said, sounding despondent. “My Chicago address was leaked too,” I said. “Are you sure?” “I followed Huxman there,” I said. “He gave me a name.” “Who?” Jack asked me and I could hear him typing in the background. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” I said. “Jericho–”