Under the morning sun, the girl slipped through the street past buildings thrown together from corrugated metal. She was small, barely out of her teens, but walking with the determined purpose of a woman on a mission. Roxy was already moving out of sight, arcing across the street to flank her.
“Come with us,” Rachel said. “Help us.”
Mark hesitated, and she knew she couldn"t wait for him to make up his mind. She had to go, Darcy"s life depended on it. She took off down the street too. The girl was heading for a beat-up old van parked at the end of the road. As she unlocked the driver"s side, Rachel caught her arm. She was a telepathic Reacher. Just like Rachel. The girl looked up, her eyes wide and questioning.
“Get in the back of the car,” Rachel said, holding her steady in case she tri
