"There he is." Griffin pointed.
Milton's watched as two men, one in a snazzy gray suit, the other in jeans and a cheap button-down exited the bookstore.
"Hell, yes. Look behind them." A crowd of people clutching books spilled out of the store. "Reacher creatures."
Milton waited until the crowd did the work for him, separating the two men. Using the distraction of a helicopter passing overhead, Milton made the snatch, hustled him into the Mercedes.
"Dan Lazar?" He pressed a fourteen-inch thick manuscript into Lazar's hands. "Moonbeam Marmalade. Harry Potter meets Neil Gaiman. You get first crack."
This is damn funny.