“Who was he, Reacher?” Finlay said again.
So she did take it off. Then I was all over her. She was so beautiful, so provocative. She was ready for anything.
I looked at both of them in turn. I wasn’t sure whether this was some kind of a rehearsed routine.
“I’m not planning on using warrants,” I said. “Did you call Washington?”
“Look what they sent us,” the big guy said. “You know what they sent us?”
I could sense Hubble’s panic. He didn’t move.