Echo Burning: A Jack Reacher Novel
Lee Child
Language: English
Pages: 592
ISBN: 0515143820
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Jack Reacher finds trouble in Texas in the fifth novel in Lee Child’s New York Times bestselling series.
Thumbing across the scorched Texas desert, Jack Reacher has nowhere to go and all the time in the world to get there. Cruising the same stretch of two-lane blacktop is Carmen Greer. For Reacher, the lift comes with a hitch. Carmen’s got a wild story to tell—all about her husband, her family secrets, and a hometown that’s purely gothic. She’s also got a plan. Reacher’s part of it. And before the sun sets, this ride could cost them both their lives.
again. It's going to be worse than ever." "Maybe he's changed," Reacher said. "Prison can change people." It was a useless thing to say. He could see it in her face. And in his experience, prison didn't change people for the better. "No, it's going to be worse than ever," she said. "I know it. I know it for sure. I'm in big trouble, Reacher. I can promise you that." Something in her voice. "Why?" She moved her hands on the wheel. Closed her eyes tight, even though she was doing seventy
"It means, who would want to make trouble for their lawyer?" "I don't know." "Well, I do," Rusty said. "Somebody who buys them a big old Mercedes Benz and gets sent to jail anyhow, that's who." "Well, who did that?" Anybody could have. Al Eugene takes anybody for a client. He has no stan-dards. He's halfway to being plain crooked. Maybe all the way crooked, for all I know. Three quarters of his clients are the wrong sort." Carmen was still pale. "The wrong sort?" You know what I mean." You
lunch, in some English tearoom. Then he thought about Carmen Greer, over in the main house, forty-eight hours away from waking up on the day Sloop came home. And then Ellie, maybe hot and restless on her tiny cot, innocently barreling on toward the day her little life would change again. He threw back the crumpled sheet and walked naked to the bathroom, carrying his clothes balled in his hand. Josh and Billy were still deep asleep. They were both still dressed. Josh still had his boots on. They
again, we'd take it all the way off for real. And you know what? We never saw his face again." "So it worked," Josh said. "It worked real good. Only problem was he nearly bled out, from the wound. We should have qalled ahead for the ambulance. We figured we should remember that, for the next time. Live and learn, that's what we always say. So this time, we did call ahead. Especially for you. So you should be grateful." "You cut the guy?" Reacher asked. "We sure did." "Sounds like you're real
one. The shoulder was sandy, and stunted velvet mesquite and wild indigo struggled at its margin. The cruiser's headlights picked out old dented beer cans tangled among the stalks. "You take care now," the sergeant said. He climbed back into his seat and slammed his door. The car crunched its way back to the blacktop and curved to the right, onto the cloverleaf, up onto the highway. Reacher stood and watched its taillights disappear in the east. Then he set off walking north, under the