BACK IN HIS office, Webster discovered the Borken profile on his desk and a tourist ready for him. Green uniform beneath a khaki trench coat, possibly sixty, sixty-two, iRonald -gray stubble on section of his head, battered brown leather briefcase below his arm, battered canvas go well with provider on the ground at his feet.
"I understand you want to talk to me," the man said.
"I'm General Garber. I was once Jack Reacher's CO for a quantity of years. "
Webster nodded.
"I'm going to Montana," he said. "You can discuss to me there. "
"We expected that," Garber said. "If the Bureau can fly us out to Kalispell, the Air Force will take us on the relaxation of the way through helicopter. "
Webster nodded again. Buzzed thru to his secretary. She used to be off duty.
"s**t," Webster said.
