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Nathan Gilmour knew things that other people did not. People, like his coworkers at the Port Administration in Baltimore. Things, like the fact that the recent death of one of those coworkers was not an accident, despite what the police report said. It was not an accident, and the man who had died was not the intended victim. Gilmour himself was.
Waiting was one of his strengths. It was a skill he had honed during his years in the army but even before that it had suited his temperament.
Picture this: People paying to stream footage of battles as they’re fought, in real time, with surge pricing based on the level of peril. They could follow their favorite soldier. Vote on strategy. Bet on the outcome of individual actions or wholescale engagements. We could sell virtual embeds for regular civilians, not just legacy media journalists. We could call it democratizing war reporting. And we’d make it easy to screen-grab and post on social, so the whole thing would advertise itself.”
The guy had passed out before he could even scream.
Already used thIs line earlier
Occam’s Razor. It says that if there are multiple possible explanations for something, unless you have proof to the contrary, you go with the simplest one. Medics use it to help with diagnoses. Their version goes, ‘If you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.’
Leaving town wouldn’t help to quiet it.
Didn't he just decide this before dinner too?
sleep didn’t come easily to Reacher that night. At least not in the satisfying way it usually did.
Again?
“Her name is Violeta Vardanyan. She’s his star witness in the court of public opinion. And every word she’s said on camera so far has been a lie.”
People started calling him BBFM. Bigger, Better, Faster, More.”
