Jack Reacher, the former military policeman turned drifter, had been on the move for months. He had no fixed abode, no steady job, and no particular destination in mind. Just a series of one-night stands, cheap motels, and solitary meals at diners.

Reacher's gut told him to bail, but Holly's desperation was palpable. He agreed to listen, and over a cup of coffee, she explained her situation.

"Alright, Holly. I'm in. But we're doing this my way."