One Shot (Jack Reacher, #9)

by Lee Child

His life was like that. It was a mosaic of fragments. Details and contexts would fade and be inaccurately recalled, but the feelings and the experiences would weave over time into a tapestry equally full of good times and bad.

“Four types of people join the military,” he said. “First, for people like me, it’s a family trade. Second, there are patriots, eager to serve their country. Third, there are people who just need a job. And fourth, there are people who want to kill other people.

And Reacher was not a guy who liked to stick around. He liked to be on the move. Two days in one place was about his limit.

“You never have an alibi when you need one. That’s a universal law of nature.”

“The existing social order is a swindle and its cherished beliefs mostly delusions.”

“Start the music,” Reacher said. “Track eight.” Cash hit the button. Every day is a winding road. “Louder,” Reacher said.