Die Trying (Jack Reacher, #2)

by Lee Child

‘Reacher?’ she said again. ‘Yes?’ he said. ‘You want to kiss me again?’ she said. ‘Makes me feel better.’ He turned his head and smiled at her in the dark. ‘Doesn’t do me a whole lot of harm, either,’ he said.

You’re Jack Reacher, he had been told. You can do anything. First his mother had told him, then his father, then the quiet deadly men in the training schools. And he had believed them.

‘Hello, Reacher,’ she whispered. ‘How are you doing?’ ‘I’ve felt better,’ he whispered back. ‘Time to time.’

‘You’re pretty quick for an old guy,’ he said. ‘That’s how I got to be an old guy,’ McGrath said back.