Never Go Back Jack Reacher Book Novels & Stories

he added supporting what they had said. “Please Alpha you have hardly recovered, do not put yourself in a dangerous position,” Jack admonished as he started the car but didn't move yet, waiting for my order. “Fine let us go,” I said and we sped off toward our pack mansion. But why did I feel like I left something of utmost importance behind?

“The boss owns most of this mountain. I can’t think of a place close enough for the boy to go to with those fish. Not unless we have squatters. If so, the boss ain’t going to be happy.” “Perhaps we should tell Mike of this. He should know if there are squatters or at least send some men to investigate.” Jackson nodded and offered his arm for her to hold while they made their way back up the path toward the camp. Things were just not adding up. Once again, he felt that eerie chill up his spine. Memories of the skeletons of the murder victims filled his head. He was eager to get back to the ranch and away from that creepy place.

When Jack finally found his release, he sent the beautiful escort away and came back to sit with his friends, Bernard and Sam. They cheered loudly for him and all drank to their heart's content. When Jack got back home, it was quite late and he was already tipsy. He thought he had successfully moved on from Cindy but he began to feel miserable once again. He tried to get her off his mind but couldn't bring himself to do so. In the end, he got into his car in his dull state and drove over to her house.

I grab the mug from her hand and storm to the door. I swing it open and glare at her. "I think you have overstayed, Riana." She looks at me, startled. "Are you kicking-" "Yes!" I cut her off impatiently. "I would really appreciate it if you never came back." She struggles to stand from the couch and heads towards the door. She stops to look at me with a sad frown. "No matter how much you try to run away from the past," she mutters. "It will catch up with you eventually, Camilla."

I was glad when he agreed that getting into that company fast was our only chance to find the undeniable evidence of their crime. "But there's a problem, Cora," he said reluctantly, "I can't help you with that. I'm already working full speed on Lan Liling's reopened case, and today I am taking a group of agents to hunt down former Chief George Richardson. That bastard got tipped that we were trying to get him, so apparently, he escaped from the state." "I see..." I sighed, and of course, naturally, thought that my next move would be to call Chris. "Chris won't help you either, I'm afraid." Jack seemed to be reading my mind. "As far as I know, he would be joining Aren in Paris."

So, instead, I got in touch with an old friend who used to race: Jack Abbott. Jack retired racing and being NYPD a handful of years ago, but he’s someone I know can trust. He knows the ins and outs of laws, and because he isn’t on the state’s radar, he can get in more backdoors. I meet up with him at his home office. He shakes his head after I give him a quick rundown of not just Evelyn and my situation, but also about why home isn’t a place we can’t be. “God, Sebastian, you’re really in it, aren’t you?” Jack comments, running his hand through the very thin, greying hair. The man’s only in his late forties. But I know all that time on the force has aged him.

Jack did not take it back. “She always does,” he growled. Jack's phone buzzed in his pocket as the sirens closed in around him. A message appeared on the screen. UNKNOWN NUMBER: ‘You should have stayed buried, detective. Next time, I won't miss.’

Then, he looked at me and said politely, “Tiana Lowes, after all these years, you still haven’t lost your passion for buying scratch-offs.” I said coldly, “Now that the boss is here, let’s pull up the security footage.” Felix put on a friendly smile. “There’s no need. I’ve known Tiana for years. I trust your word. “Chloe definitely handed the scratch-off ticket to you. No questions about it.” I felt so much better after he said that. “Then, hurry and make her give me back my ticket. And fire this greedy shop attendant. Do that, and I’ll forget the whole thing ever happened.”

“Mr. Grant! Henry had the chance to save her! He was the closest! But he didn’t move. Not even a single step!” Richard’s gaze locked onto me, thick with killing intent. It was the exact same look he gave me the day I entered prison in my last life. I curled my lip into a faint smile. Yes, everything had returned.

"When Mom passed away, I wasn't some clueless toddler," Jack said calmly. Though his last name was Gerome, he had always considered himself part of the Bailey family. Wilson sighed and said nothing more. "I'll stay with you three more days, then I have to head back to Rossenville City. The Judds have shifted the focus of her case. They're trying to stop her from getting a not-guilty verdict. I need to return and handle it." Jack captured Wilson's last chess piece, leaned back in his chair, and smiled. "You're about to lose."