He clicked off and passed the phone back to Bramall. As he turned he saw Sanderson’s eyes on him, from under her hood. She knew something was up. He had asked, what did you get? She wasn’t dumb. She knew what was out there. He said nothing. She said, ‘Let’s talk later.’ Then she turned away to look out the window. Reacher faced front. Bramall drove on.
have no idea wot this is about! Sometimes a writer has so much going on up in his head he forgets to let the audience in on the story...
