Framing the Dialogue

Killing Floor

So I am obviously behind the times only just discovering Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series.  I had heard about them, but I tend to shy away from very successful, “popular” novels as they often leave me wanting.  So when I decided to reach for one of these novels (see what I did there?), I went back to the beginning…and it had one heck of a beginning…

“Red and blue light in the raindrops on my window. Doors burst open, policemen jumped out. Two from each car, weapons ready. Two revolvers, two shotguns. This was heavy stuff. One revolver and one shotgun ran to the back. One of each rushed the door. I just sat and watched them. I knew who was in the diner. A cook in back.  Two waitresses. Two old men. And me. This operation was for me. I had been in town less than a half hour. The other five had probably been here all their lives. Any problem with any of them and an embarrassed sergeant would have shuffled in. He would be apologetic. He would mumble to them. He would ask them to come down to the station house. So the heavy weapons and the rush weren’t for any of them. They were for me.”

The stranger in the small town is the obvious suspect in the murder investigation, but when it turns out that one of the victims in known by Jack Reacher, things get interesting.  He is no longer content to just clear his name and is intent on finding the killer(s) and exacting revenge.

“I had no backup, no facilities, no help. I couldn’t rely on Roscoe or Finlay. I couldn’t expect either of them to agree with my agenda. And they had troubles of their own up at the station house. What had Finlay said?  Working under the enemy’s nose? And I couldn’t expect too much from Picard. He was already way out on a limb. I couldn’t count on anybody but myself.”

I did rather enjoy my first foray into Reacher and have put a hold on the second novel.

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