Jack and Joe: Hunt for Jack Reacher Series (The Hunt for Jack Reacher Series Book 6)

JACK AND JOE

BY

DIANE CAPRI

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Praise for

New York Times and USA Today

Bestselling Author

Diane Capri

“Full of thrills and tension, but smart and human, too. Kim Otto is a great, great character. I love her.”

Lee Child, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author of Jack Reacher Thrillers

“[A] welcome surprise…[W]orks from the first page to ‘The End’.”

Larry King

“Swift pacing and ongoing suspense are always present…[L]ikable protagonist who uses her political connections for a good cause…Readers should eagerly anticipate the next [book].”

Top Pick, Romantic Times

“…offers tense legal drama with courtroom overtones, twisty plot, and loads of Florida atmosphere. Recommended.”

Library Journal

“[A] fast-paced legal thriller…energetic prose…an appealing heroine…clever and capable supporting cast…[that will] keep readers waiting for the next [book].”

Publishers Weekly

“Expertise shines on every page.”

Margaret Maron, Edgar, Anthony, Agatha and Macavity Award-Winning MWA Grand Master

DEDICATION

Thank you to some of the best readers in the world: James Artem, Sebastian Rochester, Declan Maunder, Betty Farish Johnston, Lynne Graham, and Delphina Osgood for participating in our character naming giveaways which make this book a bit more personal and fun for all of us.

Perpetually, for Lee Child, with unrelenting gratitude.

Dear Friends,

Thank you for buying this copy of
Jack and Joe: A Hunt for Jack Reacher Thriller
. No one loves Jack Reacher more than I do and I’m very excited to share this runaway bestseller in my
Hunt for Jack Reacher Series
with you. More than a million readers have already enjoyed the
Hunt for Jack Reacher Series
books—including Jack Reacher’s creator, thank heavens! Whew!

The first question new readers usually ask me is how I’m allowed to write about Jack Reacher. The short answer is that Lee Child and I are friends and he’s a big fan of my work. I write these books with his full support, for which I’m eternally and unrelentingly grateful. I’ve included his Reacher Report at the end of this novel in case you’re not signed up to receive email from Lee directly (and you can sign up to hear from him on his website, if you’d like to).

I hope you’ll see right away why #1 worldwide publishing phenomenon Lee Child calls my work, “Full of thrills and tension, but smart and human, too.” And why Lee gave the series an enthusiastic two thumbs up when he said, “Kim Otto is a great, great character. I love her!”

The second most frequent question I get is when the next
Hunt for Jack Reacher
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Caffeinate & Carry On!

CAST OF PRIMARY CHARACTERS

Kim L. Otto

Carlos M. Gaspar

Charles Cooper

Lamont Finlay

Eunice Summer

Madeline Jones

Alvin Barry

Jeffrey Mayne

Anthony Clifton

Randy Taylor

Matthew Clifton

Lesley Browning O’Connor

Thomas O’Connor

and

Jack Reacher

Joe Reacher

The Enemy

by Lee Child

1990

Joe and I had started out together, but he had seen the future first, and it had aged him, and worn him down.

* * *

I never went back to Fort Bird. Never saw that Sergeant again, the one with the baby son. I thought of her sometimes, when force reduction began to bite. I never saw Summer again either…. Our paths never crossed again.

JACK AND JOE

by

Diane Capri

CHAPTER 1

Friday, November 19

6:43 AM

Charlotte, North Carolina

The Airbus pilot announced preparation for landing at Charlotte Douglas International Airport. I closed my eyes and gripped the armrests and tensed every muscle in my body, as usual. I thought about the US Airways Airbus A320 ditched by Chesley Sullenberger in the Hudson River on January 15, 2009. The Carolinas Aviation Museum at the Charlotte airport holds an unparalleled technological lead over other commercial aviation museums because it exhibits that plane. I hoped our pilot was as skilled as Sullenberger during our descent through the heavy black clouds.

The Airbus’s wings rocked and we hit the ground with a hard thud and a couple of bounces, but we made it and I believed the danger had passed. But you never see the disaster that gets you.

I gathered my bag, yanked its telescoping handle up and settled my laptop case atop it, and deplaned through the jetway. I’d taken only a few dozen steps of the long trek to the car rental when the aroma of freshly brewed coffee pulled me to the end of a twelve-deep queue of java hounds.

Travelers hustled past in the usual airport chaos while the coffee line inched ahead. I glanced at my Seiko. Only seven-fifteen.

Just as the customer holding up the line finally moved aside with his triple-shot soy caramel macchiato, the Boss’s secure cell phone vibrated in my pocket. His timing was perfect. Which meant he was monitoring my every move, as always. He delivered a new phone at the beginning of every assignment to which only he had access. This one had not rung before, but it was the same phone as all the others, so I knew what it was when I felt it jiggling inside my pocket.

“Otto,” I said into it from habit, distracted by the strength of caffeine addiction and my growing proximity to the heavenly brew’s source. As if anyone else might answer his phone. Or that he didn’t already know my name.

“FBI Special Agent Kim Otto, right?” A woman’s voice glazed by the hint of a Southern accent she might have acquired in childhood.

I blinked. How did she know this particular phone was in my pocket? Maybe she was calling at the Boss’s request, although he’d never allowed anyone else to call one of these secure phones before.

I pulled the phone down and looked at the display. I was good with numbers and the call was from one I didn’t recognize, but that didn’t mean anything. Randomizing source call numbers was a snap for the FBI. Which meant it was probably simple for the military, too.

I pressed the phone back to my ear. “Yes.” Wary. The phone was as secure as possible, but nothing was one hundred percent secure, especially inside an airport.

“This is Colonel Eunice Summer.” She was talking into a speaker. Background noises were present but muffled. “I understand you’re conducting a background check for the SPTF.”

I blinked again. My cover story was the Special Personnel Task Force background check on Jack Reacher. Colonel Summer was my subject. Her job provided access to high-level classified intel and I was scheduled to interview her today at Fort Bird, North Carolina.

“Yes.” I was standing in the middle of an airport terminal surrounded by strangers and subject to data collection by amateurs as well as multiple agencies, foreign and domestic. The very air was literally aware of every transmitted word. The less said, the better.

Summer spoke as if she were aware of the risks but unconcerned. “I’ve confirmed your assignment with the Chief of Staff. He’s ordered me to meet with you and answer all of your questions.”

I felt like I’d landed on a different planet. Never during my assignment to build the Reacher file had an interview subject contacted me in advance. Usually, they had to be coerced into speaking to me at all.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding as if she meant it.

Here it comes, I thought. The excuses. The delays. The refusals. No friend of Jack Reacher’s had been willing to tell me anything about him. Some of them wouldn’t have answered even one of my questions if their hair were in flames and I was standing two feet away with a fire hose. Why should Summer be different?

“I promised to meet you at ten-thirty in my office in Rock Creek. I’ve had a change of plans. Hang on.”

I heard dead air.

What was she talking about? I looked at my Seiko. It was seven twenty-five already. I couldn’t possibly drive to Rock Creek, Virginia, by ten-thirty this morning.

The Boss knew everything. Why had he sent me to Fort Bird if my subject was located four hundred miles north of here?

She came back on the line. “Sorry. Had to pass a slow-moving RV. Honestly, vehicles should stay in the right lane where they belong if they can’t keep up on these mountain roads.”

“No problem.” I frowned and shuffled ahead a few steps in the java line and waited for the coffee and for her to come to the point.

“Something came up. On a corruption case I’ve been working for a while. I’m driving to Fort Bird, North Carolina. I should arrive in the XO’s office about ten o’clock and I’ll be there the rest of the day.” She paused as if something had caught her attention again. “I don’t know where you’re located, but if you can come to Fort Bird instead of Rock Creek, we can do your interview there. It shouldn’t take long to tell you everything I know and it’s all old news, anyway. I haven’t seen Reacher in twenty years. Would that work for you?”

“Uh, yeah. I can make that happen. Hang on a minute.” I was now at the front of the line and a long queue had formed behind me.

The barista smiled at me and asked for my order. She seemed a little disappointed when I said, “Black coffee, please. The biggest size you’ve got.”

I reached into my pocket for a five-dollar bill just as a hyperactive ten-year-old plowed right into me and knocked me back against my bag.

The bag fell.

I fell on top of the bag.

The kid fell on top of me.

The Boss’s cell phone went flying out of my hand.

The kid’s twin brother came running to a halt inches away from our pile.

He kicked the phone.

The phone smashed into the wall and busted apart.