Jack Reacher
The Drifter with a Code of Justice
No phone, no car, no problem.
You won’t find me anywhere twice. I drift through this country like a bad debt, and when I see something wrong, I fix it. Army trained me, but I made myself. I don’t carry much—just a folding toothbrush and a sense of right and wrong. If you're in trouble, you might hope I walk into town. If you're the one causing it, you might not walk away.
What I'm Into: long walks after dark, cold coffee at dawn, the sound of a plan coming together, wrongdoing that needs fixing, empty buses and open roads
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