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"Dinner is at 19:00. Wear something nice. We have a lot to discuss about your first assignment. The A****n is lovely this time of year, provided you don't get eaten by the flora." The Executor left. The doors hissed shut. Jack stood alone in the cold blue light. He looked at Catherine’s sleeping face. "I promise," Jack whispered to the glass. "I will burn this world down to get you out." He turned to leave, but stopped. He looked at the console controlling the tank. It was encrypted. Ouroboros OS. Jack touched the screen. Not to hack it. But to leave a mark. He pressed his cursed thumb against the metal casing. The black ink sizzled, leaving a perfect, scorched fingerprint.

I made a snide comment. "We don't need to use any torture methods on you; we've already acquired a means to contact him. Did Jack mention Dr. Mark Bowen by any chance?" My face was probably as white as a sheet because Ezra grinned. "Jack is smart, I'll give him that much but he's also a human being like anyone of us and humans are bound to get exhausted when they reach their limits. In Jack's case, there was a minor slip up. He contacted Bowen in an emergency and the number lit up like a Christmas tree. That's all we needed."

How is Jack Reacher going to get himself out of trouble this time? Stretched out like this, baked by the heat, even the ache in my leg has subsided into the background. As the heat brings blood to my skin, I wipe iced condensation over my neck and face. Aaahhhh... My phone bings another announcement. Book in hand, I reach for the mobile with the other, thumbing the screen to life... ... Then cough out a mouthful of wine What the fuck's she buying at that price? Richard refills my glass, a smile creasing his eyes. "Your bank account creaking?"

He held a glass of whiskey, untouched, his attention fixed on the city rather than the screen displaying confirmation of Julia’s acceptance. She had agreed to attend. A slow smile curved his lips. “She didn’t disappoint,” he murmured. His assistant stood nearby, tablet in hand. “The Reynolds brothers confirmed everything you asked for.” Jack turned slightly. “And?” “They gave habits. Patterns. Emotional tells. Nothing earth-shattering but enough.” Jack chuckled softly. “Desperate people always think information is more valuable than it is.” “Do you trust them?” the assistant asked. Jack’s smile thinned. “No. But I don’t need to.”

“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

Is it possible he’s finally caught onto the fact that his uncle is basically Hamlet’s Claudius, rebranded? “Lay it all out for me, then,” I say, wiping the tears from my eyes and slamming my purse on the hood of the vehicle. “Why would Jack be after some great object of power?” Kadeem shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine,” Kadeem says. “My uncle said it’s a healing stone.” My body relaxes from all the, apparently unnecessary, drama, and I can’t help but chortle. “Oooh, okay. He sounds truly wicked. A doctor searching for a healing stone?”

“Baby, we're gonna see granny one of these days maybe in the years to come but definitely not now, let's heal and then we can face the world together.” LUCAS “The private investigator will be here shortly, I've made a few calls and everything is set.” Jack said, sipping his coffee as we sat in the mini cafe. “Alright I just want everything to be over, I want to make sure I don't have a serpent with me this time around.” Jack chuckled at my statement. “You're being skeptical and careful this time around and I love that.” “Good day Mr Jackson, Jack.” The private investigator said, walking towards us in the mini cafe as I shook his out stretched hand.

Sabtu malam di sebuah kamar yang penghuninya sedang asyik sendirian. Entah apa yang sedang dikerjakan Janu. Matanya fokus dan tak berkedip menatap layar laptop. 'Jack, nongkrong, yuk.' Sebuah pesan masuk ke ponselnya. Ternyata dari Abraham. Janu yang sedari tadi hanya bermalas-malasan segera membuka dan membacanya.