Jack Reacher 4 Novels & Stories

Reaching the third floor they stood behind the door that led from the stairwell into the corridor, tensed and ready to run as Camron mind-linked Delta Crozier. “Get ready, we’re coming in.” “I’m ready.” came the faint answer. “Go.” commanded Camron, worried about how weak Delta Crozier sounded as the four giant men sped along the corridor.

He could walk into a trap and I wouldn’t even know until someone came to tell me he was gone. A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away angrily. “Stop it,” I whispered to myself. “He’s the Don. He’s survived worse. He’s coming back.” But my fear wouldn’t ease and I started pacing faster. ‘Four years I waited. Four years of lonely nights and pretending I was okay. And now, the second we finally meet again, the universe decides to throw his psychotic father back into the mix? It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair—’

Just as Lance's knife was about to reach me, a tall figure suddenly stepped between us and kicked him hard to the ground. It was Jace. Lance tried to get up again, but Jace kicked him once more—this time with enough force to keep him down. Only when he was sure that Lance had completely lost the ability to move did Jace turn to me, his voice soft but urgent. "Are you all right? Did he hurt you?" I shook my head, my gaze fixed on Lance, who was still twitching on the floor. "He escaped from prison," I said. "We should call the police before this gets worse."

Can I not go five minutes without them invading my brain? I’m a little on edge today, being out of Jacksonville. I kind of just want to get in the car and go back home. I want to look for… Them. I won’t think their names. Not again. Once everything is unpacked and Zaire’s dorm is set up, we meet his roommate and parents. They seem nice. He plays football too, so I think Zaire will get along with him nicely.