Bad Luck and Trouble (Jack Reacher, #11)

by Lee Child

“Rush hour in LA started thirty years ago. It’ll finish when the oil runs out. Or the oxygen.

Facts were to be faced, not fought.

Neagley sat alone in a chair against a wall. Reacher sat under an old framed photograph of Raquel Welch. The picture had been taken outside the hotel late in the afternoon and the light was as golden as her skin. The magic hour, photographers called it. Brief, glowing, lovely. Like fame itself, Reacher figured.