Without Fail (Jack Reacher, Book 6) by Lee Child
By Lee Child
A covert team of assassins has the vp of the USA of their attractions. They've deliberate good. There's only one factor they didn't plan on: Jack Reacher.
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He walked to the end of the pier as he drank it. Dropped the cup in the trash and stood and watched the gray ocean for a spell. Then he turned back and headed for the shore and saw two men walking toward him. They were useful-sized guys, short but wide, dressed pretty much alike in blue pea coats and gray denim pants. They both had hats. Little knitted watch caps made from gray wool, jammed down over meaty heads. Clearly they knew how to dress for the climate. They had their hands in their pockets, so he couldn't tell whether they had gloves to match.
Then he walked to a corner booth and slid in across the vinyl with his back to the wall and the whole room in sight. Old habits. Froelich clearly had the same habits because she did the same thing, so they ended up close together and side by side. Their shoulders were almost touching. "You're very similar to him," she said. "In some ways," he said. "Not in others. " The barman brought the coffee, on a beer-stained cork tray. Two cups, black, little plastic pots of fake milk, little paper packets of sugar.
He saw her decide to lie. He could sense it, in the angle of her shoulder. "I'm under big pressure," she said. "You know, professionally. There are a lot of people waiting for me to screw up. " He said nothing. Waited for the embellishments. Liars always embellish. "I wasn't an easy choice," she said. "It's still rare for a woman to head up a team. There's a gender thing going on, same as anywhere else, I guess, same as always. " He nodded. Said nothing. "It's always on my mind," she said. " "The new one," she said.