44Reports of Reacher disturbances happened most days. If Adams investigated every case he'd never make any progress. Usually he left it to the local cops. They would round up the suspected Reachers, beat out a half–assed contradictory confession and ship them off to the Institute, who would cut them open, realise they were nothing but unlucky humans and throw their carcasses in the incinerator. Adams had no part in that operation and now neither did Mark. They were after real criminals, so when the call came in about a Reacher disturbance outside Great General Hospital he didn't expect Adams to make anything of it.
“Get your coat,” Adams said. “They've been spotted.”
“They?”
“The brothers. They bundled a girl into their car and drove off,” Adams told him, grabbing his car keys.
“Get th
