Jack Reacher Book 16 Novels & Stories

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.

But she is a welcome fucking addition that both Titan and I enjoy. When I got back to Katrina's, she was sitting in the living room across from a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head. It was clear he didn't want to be seen or recognized. "Ramses, this is Thayne, he is the last Keeper besides myself." She said. I nodded to him and took a seat next to Katrina, putting my hand on her leg as they spoke.

Arrick turns to face his brother at the door and Jake leans into the frame casually. “Sure. Have a safe trip and try not to let her off her leash this time.” Jake smirks at me cheekily. “She’s a runner, and she hasn’t yet been chipped.” He ducks as I aim a slap at his shoulder. Gone is the commanding bossy father figure, and that annoying Carrero pain in my ass is back in his place. ***

No mercy. “Reaper!” Ghost’s voice was steady, covering his flank. Jax fought forward, cutting through the desperate Vultures. A relentless force. Jax’s mind was a single, burning point of focus. Get inside. Find her. Find them both. He kicked in a flimsy side door. It splintered inward. Hinges groaned. The smell of stale oil and deep decay hit him like a physical wall. Suffocating. His boots echoed loudly on the cracked concrete floor. He moved deeper, gun raised.

A few other patched men leaned back in their chairs, beer bottles balanced on their knees. The moment she sat, conversation dulled, eyes cutting her way. Rhett cleared his throat. “She’s good.” That was enough. ________________ Hawk smirked, flicking ash into the dirt. “Guess it’s story time, huh? Prospect, cover your ears. We wouldn’t want you scared off before you earn your patch.” The kid sitting at the edge of the circle flushed but didn’t move. Tank grunted. “Leave him be. Kid’s got grit.” He glanced at Emily, then back at the fire. “Since we’re telling stories… I ever tell you about the wreck on 67?”

“Close to the docks. Where are you?” I looked outside. The docks were just a fifteen minute walk from here. “Close.” “Alright. By the way, glad to have you back in the game, Reaper,” My jaw tightened but I ignored it. I ended the call and made another one. “Slink. She’s on her way to you,”

I scrambled off the mattress, nearly tripping over the chain around my ankle. A chain. My scream caught in my throat. “Hey! Hello?! Someone— let me out!” I shouted, slamming my fists against the door. It didn’t even rattle, instead, the screaming added to my pounding headache. No answer, just silence. But I continued banging... and then I heard faint footsteps outside. It was slow and deliberate. I backed away, my heart hammering as the door creaked open. A tall stocky man stepped in. He had gold rings on every finger. He looked like the type of guy who’d kill for fun and smile while doing it.

And stayed that way for just a few hours until the door busted open. Rainn walked in. “Thank god. I have been looking EVERYWHERE for you people. I mean I asked probably 365 different nurses and doctors if they knew where you guys were. Okay maybe not that many .. but alot all the same. I need to call Jamie .. that’s my cousin. She’s here somewhere she came with me .. she’s at the OTHER side of the hospital looking for you all. I came straight from the airport by the way .. I know I look rough ..you guys don’t even need to say it … although, no offense at all, but you guys don’t look your best either, not that you should though, I’d honestly be a little skeptical if everybody looked top tier.

Leaning forward, I jerked the book open, "Maybe we can find answers in here." Opening the first page, I scurried my finger down the contents. After a moment of scanning, Lucas pointed at the page, "Look..." Following his finger, my eyes rested on the chapter named 'Healers and Mind-links.' Lucas jumped on the couch, wrapped his arm around my back, and squeezed me into a tight hug, "We found it! We found it!" I choked under his arm and jerked him away, "Why are you being so happy? It's not like we found Delilah. It's just a little clue."

"I’ll find him. I’ll track him down, I promise. Just give me a few days." --- A week later, Jack returned with news. He had tracked down the former Gamma, an older man who had retired to a small house just outside the pack’s borders. His name was Gregor, and from the way Jack spoke about him, it seemed like the Gamma had been hard to find—living off the grid, hiding away from the past he had helped create.