'You were right. He reformed. He kept to his bargain. He deserves credit. And I'm sorry he's sick.' 'Now you've got to help him. You promised.' 'I am helping him. Since Monday night I haven't done anything else.' 'This is crazy,' Franklin said. 'No, it's exactly the same as it always was,' Reacher said. 'It's someone setting James Barr up for the fall. But instead of actually making him do it, they just made it look like he did it. That's the only practical difference here.' 'But is it possible?' Ann Yanni asked. "Why not? Think it through. Walk it through.' Ann Yanni walked it through. She rehearsed little movements, slowly, thoughtfully, like an actress. 'He dresses in Barr's clothes, and shoes, and maybe finds a quarter in a jar. Or in a pocket somewhere. He wears gloves, so as not to mess up Barr's fingerprints. He's already taken the traffic cone from Barr's garage, maybe the day before. He gets the rifle from the basement. It's already been loaded, by Barr himself, previously. He drives to town in Barr's minivan.
