Lee CHILD - Faking a Murderer

The footage ended and the anchor returned. They watched her lips silently summarize the breaking story, Brennan’s image now hanging where Calder Massee’s had been.

Their burgers arrived. They added garnish and condiments. Ate in silence.

Brennan spoke when only lettuce remained on her plate. “Rye set the whole thing up.”

“Two birds with one stone,” Reacher agreed. “Eliminate Yeow, who was going to back your suicide finding, thereby killing his story. Hype attention for his documentary.”

“Rye wanted it to hit big, like Making a Murderer. Or Serial. ”

Reacher just looked at her.

“A TV documentary and a podcast.”

Reacher said nothing.

“Everyone in America watched. Or listened.”

“I’m on the move a lot.”

“You headed south now?” Brennan changed the subject.

“I was.”

“Good time of year for that.”

“I often sleep outside.”

“You sleeping outside tonight?” Brennan took another sip of her IPA.

“It’s Luong’s dime, so I’m staying one more night at the Marriott.”

“As am I.” Brennan studied Reacher over the rim of her mug.

“Shall we go there?” Reacher studied her back.

Brennan ingested another milliliter of beer. A long moment passed before she answered.

“Uber?”

Reacher nodded.

And they did.