The more Holly talked, the more Jack realized that he was being pulled back into a world he thought he'd left behind. His skills as a military policeman were still sharp, and his instincts screamed that this was a fight he couldn't ignore.

Holly looked concerned, her eyes darting around the diner as if she feared being watched. "Jack, I'm glad I found you," she said, her voice low. "I've gotten in over my head, and I need your help."

Reacher sighed, rubbing his temples. He knew that look. He knew that tone. He was going back in.