Bad Luck and Trouble (Jack Reacher, #11)

by Lee Child

He realized he was intensely proud of his old buddies. But simultaneously puzzled by them. When he had quit the army he had been fully aware that what faced him was the beginning of the rest of his life, but he had seen ahead no further than one day at a time. He had made no plans and formed no visions. The others had. How? Why?

“I’m glad I don’t hold New Age stock.” “You do. It’s all Pentagon money. Where do you think it comes from?”