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Zusatztext A veritable tour de force . . . brilliantly constructed! flawlessly executed and deliciously plotted. The Washington Times The [Reacher] novel fans have been waiting for. USA Today One of the best Reacher books yet . . . The tension builds early and continues nonstop. The Miami Herald Big! exciting . . . The Affair shakes up the status quo. The New York Times A series that stands in the front rank of modern thrillers. The Washington Post Jack Reacher is the coolest continuing series character now on offer.Stephen King Child makes what he does seem simple. If it is! though! it's strange that nobody has managed it so well. Evening Standard Informationen zum Autor Lee Child is the author of more than two dozen New York Times bestselling Jack Reacher thrillers, with most having reached the #1 position, and the #1 bestselling complete Jack Reacher story collection, No Middle Name . Foreign rights in the Reacher series have sold in one hundred territories. A native of England and a former television director, Lee Child lives in New York City and Wyoming. Klappentext #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLEREverything starts somewhere. For elite military cop Jack Reacher, that somewhere was Carter Crossing, Mississippi, way back in 1997. A lonely railroad track. A crime scene. A cover-up. A young woman is dead, and solid evidence points to a soldier at a nearby military base. But that soldier has powerful friends in Washington. Reacher is ordered undercover to find out everything he can and then to vanish. But when he gets to Carter Crossing, Reacher meets local sheriff Elizabeth Deveraux, who has a thirst for justice and an appetite for secrets. Uncertain they can trust each other, they reluctantly join forces. Finding unexpected layers to the case, Reacher works to uncover the truth, while others try to bury it forever. The conspiracy threatens to shatter his faith in his mission-and turn him into a man to be feared.Don't miss Lee Child's short story "Second Son" and a sneak peek of his new novel, A Wanted Man, in the back of the book. Chapter 1 The Pentagon is the world´s largest office building, six and a half million square feet, thirty thousand people, more than seventeen miles of corridors, but it was built with just three street doors, each one of them opening into a guarded pedestrian lobby. I chose the southeast option, the main concourse entrance, the one nearest the Metro and the bus station, because it was the busiest and the most popular with civilian workers, and I wanted plenty of civilian workers around, preferably a whole long unending stream of them, for insurance purposes, mostly against getting shot on sight. Arrests go bad all the time, sometimes accidentally, sometimes on purpose, so I wanted witnesses. I wanted independent eyeballs on me, at least at the beginning. I remember the date, of course. It was Tuesday, the eleventh of March, 1997, and it was the last day I walked into that place as a legal employee of the people who built it. A long time ago. The eleventh of March 1997 was also by chance exactly four and a half years before the world changed, on that other future Tuesday, and so like a lot of things in the old days the security at the main concourse entrance was serious without being hysterical. Not that I invited hysteria. Not from a distance. I was wearing my Class A uniform, all of it clean, pressed, polished, and spit-shined, all of it covered with thirteen years´ worth of medal ribbons, badges, insignia, and citations. I was thirty-six years old, standing tall and walking ramrod straight, a totally squared away U.S. Army Military Police major in every respect, except that my hair was too long and I hadn´t shaved for five days. Back then Pentagon security was run b...
“A veritable tour de force . . . brilliantly constructed, flawlessly executed and deliciously plotted.”—The Washington Times
“The [Reacher] novel fans have been waiting for.”—USA Today
“One of the best Reacher books yet . . . The tension builds early and continues nonstop.”—The Miami Herald
 
“Big, exciting . . . The Affair shakes up the status quo.”—The New York Times
“A series that stands in the front rank of modern thrillers.”—The Washington Post
 
“Jack Reacher is the coolest continuing series character now on offer.”—Stephen King
 
“Child makes what he does seem simple. If it is, though, it’s strange that nobody has managed it so well.”—Evening Standard
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Lee Child
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Zusammenfassung
#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Don’t miss the hit streaming series Reacher! 
“A veritable tour de force . . . brilliantly executed and deliciously plotted.”—The Washington Times
Everything starts somewhere. For elite military cop Jack Reacher, that somewhere was Carter Crossing, Mississippi, way back in 1997.
Reacher is ordered undercover to investigate the murder of a young woman. Evidence points to a U.S. soldier with powerful friends. Once in Carter Crossing, Reacher meets local sheriff Elizabeth Deveraux, who has a thirst for justice and an appetite for secrets. Uncertain they can trust each other, they reluctantly join forces. Reacher works to uncover the truth, while others try to bury it forever. The conspiracy threatens to shatter his faith in his mission— and turn him into a man to be feared.
Leseprobe
Chapter 1
The Pentagon is the world's largest office building, six and a half million square feet, thirty thousand people, more than seventeen miles of corridors, but it was built with just three street doors, each one of them opening into a guarded pedestrian lobby. I chose the southeast option, the main concourse entrance, the one nearest the Metro and the bus station, because it was the busiest and the most popular with civilian workers, and I wanted plenty of civilian workers around, preferably a whole long unending stream of them, for insurance purposes, mostly against getting shot on sight. Arrests go bad all the time, sometimes accidentally, sometimes on purpose, so I wanted witnesses. I wanted independent eyeballs on me, at least at the beginning. I remember the date, of course. It was Tuesday, the eleventh of March, 1997, and it was the last day I walked into that place as a legal employee of the people who built it.
A long time ago.
The eleventh of March 1997 was also by chance exactly four and a half years before the world changed, on that other future Tuesday, and so like a lot of things in the old days the security at the main concourse entrance was serious without being hysterical. Not that I invited hysteria. Not from a distance. I was wearing my Class A uniform, all of it clean, pressed, polished, and spit-shined, all of it…