This one rattled me. Not because it’s outrageous, but because it isn’t.
I just finished Gone Tomorrow by Lee Child, and honestly, Reacher never disappoints. This time Lee Child drops him into a subway car with a woman who checks every box for “suicide bomber”. Of course, she isn’t what she seems, and from there it feels like everyone Reacher crosses paths with is lying to him at least once. If not, more.
That said, this one got under my skin a bit. The plot veers into territory that feels uncomfortably plausible, and I caught myself hoping, really hoping, that this story is pure fiction. I read thrillers for the adrenaline rush, not existential dread. Still, Reacher’s steady moral compass, sharp instincts, and refusal to be played kept me turning pages. As always, I’m glad he’s the one asking the questions… because he will get the answers.
