No Middle Name: The Complete Collected Jack Reacher Short Stories

by Lee Child

The old-time architects had used even more concrete than elsewhere. As if prisoners trying to escape might exert more force than atom bombs.

Nothing wrong with her at all, except for the bullets.

They walked on, through cool air, like cellar air, still and damp and undisturbed. The trail itself was soft and springy, a dark, leaf-rich loam. Like carpet.