Bad Luck and Trouble (Jack Reacher #11)

By Lee Child; Published In 2007
Genres: Thriller, Fiction, Mystery, Crime
103 and the even more basic 2 and 515. So, 1030. A thousand and thirty. A mistake. Maybe. Or, maybe not a mistake. Reacher took fifty dollars from the machine and dug in his pocket for change and went in

Alaska Airlines would have been cheaper, but Reacher hated Alaska Airlines. They put a scripture card on their meal trays. Ruined his appetite.

a yard and left, Dave,” he said. O’Donnell was like a blind man. His eyes were tight on the two guys

Colorado, one in East LA. ‘Makes sense,’ she

Especially about how hard it was for ex-military people. They entered the civilian world with all the wrong assumptions. They expected the same kind of certainties they had known before. The straightforwardness, the transparency, the honesty, the shared sacrifice.

Facts were to be faced, not fought.

Handguns were in-room weapons. Under expert control in high-pressure situations the average range for a successful engagement was about eleven feet.

Hence 8197. He liked 97 because it was the largest two-digit prime number, and he loved 81 because it was absolutely the only number out of all the literally infinite possibilities whose square root was also the sum of its digits. Square root of eighty-one was nine, and eight and one made nine. No other nontrivial number in the cosmos had that kind of sweet symmetry. Perfect.

in LA she would hole up. Back in the day it had been part of his job to find people, and he had been pretty good at it. Success depended on

in search of a pay phone.   He found a phone inside the bus depot. He dialed his bank’s number from memory. Nine-forty in the West, twelve-forty in the East. Lunch time in Virginia, but someone should be there.

Look on the bright side,” Dixon said. “Maybe you gave the guy a concussion. Maybe he doesn’t remember who he is, let alone who you are.


Now they broke my toothbrush, I don't own anything.

open the bag

previously discussed,

second rule, learned from a lifetime of bad luck and trouble: Maintain a little dignity.

seen any anywhere else. So he

Slippery slope. I carry a spare shirt, pretty soon I'm carrying spare pants. Then I'd need a suitcase. Next thing I know, I've got a house and a car and a savings plan and I'm filling out all kinds of forms.

So like I said, what are you running from?” “From being like people, I guess.

The unit had organized itself like a small-market baseball team enjoying an unlikely pennant run: talented journeymen working together, no stars, no egos, mutually supportive, and above all ruthlessly and relentlessly effective.

Thomas Brant watched them go. He used his cell phone and called his boss, a man named Curtis Mauney.

Time to shit or get off the pot.

Tony Swan, Jorge Sanchez, Calvin Franz, Frances Neagley, Stanley Lowrey, Manuel Orozco, David O’Donnell, and Karla Dixon.

We investigate, we prepare, we execute. We find them, we take them down, and then we piss on their ancestors’ graves.

You do not mess with the special investigators.

You tell a lot of lies, Ms. Berenson,” he said. Berenson said nothing. Neagley said, “She’s Human Resources. It’s what they do.