‘What do you want?’ he said. ‘I want you to look at me,’ Reacher replied. ‘What?’ ‘What do you see?’ ‘Nothing,’ McGuire said. ‘You blind?’ ‘No, I ain’t blind.’ ‘Then you’re a liar,’ Reacher said. ‘You don’t see nothing.’ ‘I see some guy,’ McGuire said. ‘You see some guy bigger than you who had all kinds of special training while you spent your time shuffling paper in some piece-of-shit quartermaster’s stores.’ ‘So?’ ‘So nothing. Just something to bear in mind for later, is all.’ ‘What’s later?’ ‘You’ll find out,’ Reacher said.
