Like a straw breaks a camel’s back. Huge profits being made from things he had no idea how to manufacture. An unbroken three-generation heritage of business success, maybe reflected in a dynastic approach to dressing. Wealth and success.

There were old brass things and green glass globes. The sun was up out over the Atlantic and was coming in through the right-hand windows with the freezing brightness of high-altitude dawn. . They had small rectangular wired-glass portholes set off center. Then a tight right onto the highway, high speed all the way, radar detectors on maximum, and they were at Miami Departures just before five o’clock in the morning. He put the shirt on and buttoned it. The response would be to run. We went to see him. I would never have picked this series of seeming 'action-movie-esque' books off the shelf in a book shop, however Mr B. was reading them and I picked up the first title In the series to flick through and somehow I was hooked, somehow Jack Reacher had got to me. Just get the hell out, and stay the hell out. Like it’s a fifty-fifty decision whether you even allow the guy to climb on board with you and share a little wedge of the big exciting profits just around the next corner.

Chester himself had watched from his own office window as the landfill inched out into the water and the giant towers had risen from the dry riverbed.

. Chester paused and straightened his back and stepped over toward him.
Stretches of old nets. Tilted the paper until the dim light from the window caught the bright blue ink of his twin signatures. HIS APPOINTMENT WAS for nine o’clock.

Reacher smiled. Some of them were new, some of them were old and curled, representing ventures that had folded decades ago. THE TWO YOUNG men in the crumpled thousand-dollar suits waited until Chester Stone was well clear.
There was a man behind the desk.

Like a million movies, without the soundtrack. 'Tripwire is the third book in the Jack Reacher series written by Lee Child.

When he doesn't, they're still fun but not quite in the same league. He was just about invisible. He selected a tie with just a hint of pattern and a pair of solid black shoes. For six weeks, it might be worth it. There was no reason why a private investigator from New York should have been looking for him.

Every day at four o’clock he sat at this dark table and drank three bottles of still water, room temperature. Second was Mexicana heading south, third was United, also to LaGuardia, but direct, leaving in an hour. Reacher loved that. Guy like that, you won’t find him digging swimming pools with a damn shovel.”.

“You’re actually paying your bank top points, and they’ll say no to any further funds. He had expected a woman. He was old. They won’t let you put it in the bank, they won’t let you spend it without getting all concerned about it. Eleven thousand dollars a week. “The point is they get a sniff we’re still not healthy, they’ll call those loans. Then he thought about his Brooks Brothers suit. Is he friend or foe?