The Hard Way (Jack Reacher, #10)

by Lee Child

pitch and the volume.” “What did you say to them?” “I asked them what they wanted. They said a

smell of coffee had faded and been replaced by the universal hallway smell of boiled vegetables. “Is he in?” Reacher asked. The super shook his head. “I only ever saw him twice. He’s out now for sure. I was just all over the building fixing pipes.” He used a master key from a ring on his belt and unlocked the door. Pushed it open and stood back. The apartment was what a real estate broker would have called an alcove studio. All one room, with a crooked L that was theoretically large enough for a bed if the bed was small. A kitchen corner and a tiny bathroom with an open door. But mostly what was on show was dust and floorboards. Because the apartment was completely empty. Except for a single upright dining chair. The chair was not old, but it was well used. It was the kind of thing you see

know why he was up there.” “No, why