Page 124 of Reacher
“Understood, Reacher, thank you. You said there were two things?”
“Yeah… I understand you’re in the trafficking business.”
“Excuse me?” He sounded affronted, and thinking about it, he could have thought I meant human trafficking, or some sick shit.
“Heroin.”
Rossi snorted. “This is hardly a discussion for over the phone, Reacher.”
“Well, let’s just say I might have something you want. You know where to find me.”
I hung up on the bastard, then waved my middle finger at the silent phone briefly.
“You’re giving them to him?”
“Woman, you want them gone, and I want them gone. We owe him. It cures all evils.”
From the look on her face, I could tell she wasn’t happy.
“I’m not giving them to him for free, woman. He’ll get a nice deal on it, and you’ll get some cash for your mother’s care.”
The way her eyes widened, and filled with tears, told me how much that had been worrying her.
“You’re mine, woman, and that means your problems are too.”
“I don’t want to add more to your shoulders.”
I offered her a slow wink, and let her take her own conclusions from that.
“You’ll make it up to me.”
There was just one more thing to put in place, and I had some ideas. It took a week, and by then, thank fuck, she was up and moving, her stitches were finally out, and no longer holding her back.
Forty-Four
Hewasuptosomething. He’d been plotting for days. I figured he was planning the fucking session to end all fucking sessions, but there was more to it.
When he insisted that I dress nice, and come down to the bar with him for lunch, I figured there would be more to it, but I was shocked by what I saw. His brothers were all gathered in the bar waiting, and there were flowers. Flowers! In the bar of a biker clubhouse.
An unfamiliar man was chatting to Ryder, who looked smarter than usual. Oh my god. They were getting married in the clubhouse! We joined Ryder and the man, who must be a celebrant, or someone legally allowed to marry people.
“Nervous, brother?”
Ryder grinned at Reacher, and shrugged.
“Already done it once, in the way that actually matters. No offence, Clive.”
The unknown man laughed.
“None taken. When you guys called me to do this here, I was surprised, but it’s a first for me at least.”
“Ally, this is Clive Warton. He’s the local guy to go to if you want to get married, and even though this shithole is probably the weirdest place he’s ever done this, here he is.”
Clive shook his head. “Nope, not even close, but I can’t talk about the weirdest place. Minor celebrity couple, so NDAs, and all that jazz. It was odd though. So… we’re just waiting for Victoria? Tori? What name do I even say?”
Ryder laughed. “Her legal name is Tori Hastings. She changed it.” I glanced around, but there was no sign of her father or any of his goons.
“No father of the bride?”
