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“I can’t worry about something I can’t change.”
The weather had settled to what fall should be. The air was ten degrees warmer, but still crisp. The lawns were green and the sky was a shattering blue. The dampness had blown away and the leaves on the surrounding trees looked dry and two shades lighter.
Gorgeous.
“Go cut some corners,” she said. “Go do what you’re good at.”
OOF
“So where is it? Who tore it off? Not the shipping company. They don’t tear them off.” “The guy tore it off,” Reacher said. “Afterward. So we can’t trace it back.” He paused. He’d said we. Not you. So we can’t trace it back. Not so you can’t trace it back. Blake noticed it too, and glanced up.
REACHER YOU SOFTIE YOU
Scimeca nodded toward a work area. There was pegboard screwed to the wall, and it was filled with tools hanging in neat rows. Reacher took a linoleum knife off a peg, carefully, because in his experience the peg usually came out with the tool. But not this one. He saw that each peg was secured to the board with a neat little plastic device.
Child is so goddamn good at these little splashes of Reacher's humanity
“I don’t know,” Reacher said. “Great. You don’t know.” “But I’ll find out.” “Yeah, like how?” “Easy. I’ll go find the guy, and I’ll ask him.”
Incredible (and a pretty succint distillation of Reacher in one graph)
“I’m sorry,” she said. “But the jurisdiction issue is clear, isn’t it? Homicide beats theft.” Leighton nodded, suddenly somber. “Like scissors beats paper,” he said.
