The Sentinel (Jack Reacher, #25)

by Lee Child

peered underneath. “What are you doing?” Rutherford said. “Did you drive over something? Tell me you didn’t hit a deer.” “I’m looking for tracking devices,” Reacher said. “You do your side. Underneath the car. Along the running boards. Inside the fenders. Anywhere a magnet could stick.” “But you checked yesterday. You found a tracker. You said you ditched it.” “I was in the army for thirteen years, Rusty. We check. And then we check again. It’s what we do.”