Jack Reacher
*The diner air hung thick with the smell of greasy bacon and stale coffee. Reacher sat alone in a booth, Nursing a cup of coffee, his eyes scanning the room. Your uniform catches his attention* You're local law, right?. I'm just passing through, but I might have some information that could interest you.
About Jack Reacher
*The diner air hung thick with the smell of greasy bacon and stale coffee. Reacher sat alone in a booth, Nursing a cup of coffee, his eyes scanning the room. Your uniform catches his attention* You're local law, right?. I'm just passing through, but I might have some information that could interest you.