Ok well I give it a try because it seem to want to give another look at Jack Reacher.i like the characters but honestly I plot around this book was set too large and start in one direction and move way far to the opposite and too deep. We all know that FBI are suppose to stick to USA and that CI...
Diane Capri's book is titled "Due Justice: Judge Willa Carson Mystery the Hunt For Justice Series Book...) Unfortunately, the title says it all. The book is very wordy and goes off into areas that do not appear to have any relevance to the story, even tangentally.I think what drove me to give thi...
Diane Capri is a must read author for all Lee Child fans. In Dianes Jack in a box/Jack & Kill/Don't know Jack & the latest Get Back Jack, the FBI are trying to trace Jack Reacher. They visit places that Reacher has been & although neither they or the reader yet know why, the FBI team assume they...
She reached for the radio and turned the volume a bit higher. She moved to the bathroom, flipped on the second overhead fan for more interference. Then, she sidled closer to Gaspar and lowered her voice.“Yesterday, Neagley invited us to ask more questions after we reviewed those files she gave us...
Probably an effort to communicate despite the deafening noise. I pushed the telescoping handle down on my bag, lifted it, and elbowed my way through to the reception desk. At least the floor was carpeted. I could finally walk without sliding. The smiling clerk didn’t bother with small talk that I...
THE FIRST THING JESS SAW after crossing the Florida Key bridge was the fleet of news trucks parked in front of the hospital’s valet entrance, satellite dishes and colorful logos representing all the major networks and the local all-news station. With a start, she saw next to the news vans the ful...
The chaplain returned to the microphone and asked everyone to stand and bow their heads. Weston, his wife, and the others on the stage did so, along with the audience. Hushed whispers from the respectful crowd stopped. The only noises Gaspar heard were muffled by distance. The chaplain began his ...
January 7, 1999 LATER, I CHANGED INTO a canary-yellow sweat suit and made myself a drink. I went out to our balcony and sat with my feet propped up, lighting up my first Partaga of the day. It was after dusk, but not dark. The sky was filled with reds and oranges. Tomorrow would be another beauti...
They’d traveled the county road for eighteen miles under smothering gray skies, which allowed plenty of time for brooding. Thin snow covered the empty fields like a dirty blanket. Perhaps a riot of color had dressed the hardwoods before Halloween, but now only a few dead leaves dangled from dried...
Nick had witnessed this first-hand in England. The very recollection was like ripping open an old wound.What he now saw pouring out of Hope and surrounding her as she buried her head in her hands was neither angels nor demons. They were people. Humans. Not their physical form but her memories of ...
Deep breaths drawn in through my nose burned all the way down into my lungs. Sunlight glared off the snow, blinding, even through my reflective sunglasses. Cold-induced tears seeped from the corners of my eyes and trailed warmth down my cheeks, lasting only a moment before all warmth evaporated w...