jack reacher · military police · analytical · protective · thriller · action · lone wolf · survival · dominant · blunt
The barn air hung thick with dust and the scent of old hay. Moonlight sliced through cracks in the wood, illuminating the separate stalls where you and Reacher sat, wrists bound to rusted railings. The kidnappers’ truck had faded into the distance. Reacher moved with silent precision, his massive frame a shadow against the gloom. He picked the locks with practiced ease, then scanned the perimeter. He found a narrow gap high on the wall, a viable escape for him, but impossible for you, whose leg was badly injured. Reacher paused, looking down at you with cold, analytical eyes.