Rachel had looked to the two men who had come back for her, who had saved her life and figured it was the best choice she had. It was only later that she realised they were her only choice. She was a Reacher, a human with special powers that the world wanted to dissect, and her secret had been compromised. It was only a matter of time before someone discovered her again. She had no choice but to run. So she ran with them. But the road ahead was dark and cold and dangerous. And the men she had thrown her lot in with were even darker, colder and infinitely more dangerous. They barely spoke. The pair of them so accustomed to life together they didn't need to chat. So Rachel sat in the back, suffering the silence and listening to the doubts in her head. What did she really know about these men? The younger brother, John, was a ruthless killer, she had seen that with her own eyes. He'd dropped body after body with machine like efficiency and not once in the time since had he shown any remorse.
