No Middle Name von Lee Child
The Complete Collected Jack Reacher Short Stories

Kategorie: Bücher
Seiten / Format: 512 S
Erscheinungsjahr: 2018
Verlag: Penguin Random HouseDell
Sprache: Englisch
ISBN: 9780399593598

Praise for No Middle Name<br> <br>Captivating . . . classic [Lee] Child . . . This volume demonstrates what his fans already know: he s a born storyteller and an astute observer.Publishers Weekly (starred review)<br> <br>Lee Child, like his creation, always knows exactly what he s doing and he does it well. Time in his company is never wasted.Evening Standard<br><br>Praise for Lee Child<br><br>There s a reason [Lee] Child is considered the best of the best in the thriller genre.Associated Press<br><br>This series [is] utterly addictive.Janet Maslin, The New York Times<br><br>Jack Reacher is today s James Bond, a thriller hero we can t get enough of. I read every one as soon as it appears.Ken Follett<br><br>The Reacher novels are easily the best thriller series going.NPR<br><br>Reacher s just one of fiction s great mysterious strangers.Maxim<br><br>Irresistible Reacher remains just about the best butt-kicker in thriller-lit.Kirkus ReviewsSixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour, twenty-­four hours in a day, seven days in a week, fifty-­two weeks in a year. Reacher ballparked the calculation in his head and came up with a little more than thirty million seconds in any twelve-­month span. During which time nearly ten million significant crimes would be committed in the United States alone. Roughly one every three seconds. Not rare. To see one actually take place, right in front of you, up close and personal, was not inherently unlikely. Location mattered, of course. Crime went where people went. Odds were better in the center of a city than the middle of a meadow.<br><br>Reacher was in a hollowed-­out town in Maine. Not near a lake. Not on the coast. Nothing to do with lobsters. But once upon a time it had been good for something. That was clear. The streets were wide, and the buildings were brick. There was an air of long-­gone prosperity. What might once have been grand boutiques were now dollar stores. But it wasn t all doom and gloom. Those dollar stores were at least doing some business. There was a coffee franchise. There were tables out. The streets were almost crowded. The weather helped. The first day of spring, and the sun was shining.<br><br>Reacher turned in to a street so wide it had been closed to traffic and called a plaza. There were café tables in front of blunt red buildings either side, and maybe thirty people meandering in the space between. Reacher first saw the scene head-­on, with the people in front of him, randomly scattered. Later he realized the ones that mattered most had made a perfect shape, like a capital letter T.He was at its base, looking upward, and forty yards in the distance, on the crossbar of the T, was a young woman, walking at right angles through his field of view, from right to left ahead of him, across the wide street, direct from one sidewalk to the other. She had a canvas tote bag hooked over her shoulder. The canvas looked to be medium weight, and it was a natural color, pale against her dark shirt. She was maybe twenty years old. Or even younger. She could have been as young as eighteen. She was walking slow, looking up, liking the sun on her face.<br><br>Then from the left-­hand end of the crossbar, and much faster, came a kid running, head-­on toward her. Same kind of age. Sneakers on his feet, tight black pants, sweatshirt with a hood on it. He grabbed the woman s bag and tore it off her shoulder. She was sent sprawling, her mouth open in some kind of breathless exclamation. The kid in the hood tucked the bag under his arm like a football, and he jinked to his right, and he set off running down the stem of the T, directly toward Reacher at its base.<br><br>Then from the right-­hand end of the crossbar came two men in suits, walking the same sidewalk-­to-­sidewalk direction the woman had used. They were about twenty yards behind her. The crime happened right in front of them. They reacted the same way most people do. They froze for the first split second, and then theyturned and watched the guy run away, and they raised their arms in a spirited but incoherent fashion, and they shouted something that might have been Hey!<br><br>Then they set out in pursuit. Like a starting gun had gone off. They ran hard, knees pumping, coattails flapping. Cops, Reacher thought. Had to be. Because of the unspoken unison. They hadn t even glanced at each other. Who else would react like that?<br><br>Forty yards in the distance the young woman scrambled back to her feet, and ran away.<br><br>The cops kept on coming. But the kid in the black sweatshirt was ten yards ahead of them, and running much faster. They were not going to catch him. No way. Their relative numbers were negative.<br><br>Now the kid was twenty yards from Reacher, dipping left, dipping right, running through the broken field. About three seconds away. With one obvious gap ahead of himTHE #1NEW YORK TIMESBESTSELLING JACK REACHER SERIESDon t miss the hit streaming seriesReacher! <br><br>The ultimate Jack Reacher experience: a thrilling new novella and eleven previously published stories, together for the first time in one pulse-pounding collection from Lee Child.<br><br>No Middle Namebegins with Too Much Time, a brand-new work of short fiction that finds Reacher in a hollowed-out town in Maine, where he witnesses a random bag-snatching but sees much more than a simple crime. Small Wars takes readers back to 1989, when Reacher is an MP assigned to solve the brutal murder of a young officer found along an isolated forest road in Georgia and whose killer may be hiding in plain sight. In Not a Drill, Reacher tries to take some downtime, but a pleasant hike in Maine turns into a walk on the wild side and perhaps something far more sinister. High Heat time-hops to 1977, when Reacher is a teenager in sweltering New York City during a sudden blackout that awakens the dark side of the city that never sleeps. Okinawa is the setting of Second Son, which reveals the pivotal moment when young Reacher s sharp lizard brain becomes just as important as his muscle. In Deep Down, Reacher tracks down a spy by matching wits with four formidable females three of whom are clean, but the fourth may prove fatal. Rounding out the collection are Guy Walks into a Bar, James Penney s New Identity, Everyone Talks, The Picture of the Lonely Diner, Maybe They Have a Tradition, and No Room at theMotel.<br><br>No suitcase. No destination. No middle name. No matter how far Reacher travels off the beaten path, trouble always finds him. Feel bad for trouble.<br><br>Praise forNo Middle Name<br><br>Captivating . . . classic [Lee] Child . . . This volume demonstrates what his fans already know: he s a born storyteller and an astute observer.Publishers Weekly(starred review)<br> <br>Lee Child, like his creation, always knows exactly what he s doing and he does it well. Time in his company is never wasted.Evening Standard1USLee Childis the author of twenty-oneNew York Timesbestselling Jack Reacher thrillers, twelve of which have reached the #1 position. All of his novels have been optioned for major motion pictures includingJack Reacher(based onOne Shot)andJack Reacher: Never Go Back. Foreign rights in the Reacher series have sold in one hundred territories. A native of England and a former television director, Lee Child lives in New York City.

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