Jack Reacher Novels & Stories

“Bing in yet?” “Came in, went out. Someone reported some hunting-camp bunker thing out by Spring Road. Filled to the rafters with guns and knives and axes and some weird shit. Chase went to pick up a flasher. Harper is at a tractor-trailer accident. I’m not sure where Mike is. Nobody’s in.” Jack picked up speed, the parting jab he’d meant to throw at Joe forgotten. He rushed through his shower, and stopped by the front desk on his way out of the station. “You got that number I asked for earlier?”