"New sweater? Snazzy." Jennifer Griffin shouted over the sound of the departing helicopter.
Briefcase. Knuckles. Grip. Sean grimaced. "God, I forgot how much you annoy me."
Jennifer smiled and dug a notebook out of her purse. The cover bore one word: Reacher. "Guess what this is?"
"Suicide note and will designating me as heir?"
"Boy, you're a moonbeam. Good – cab's here."
He opened the door for her and she slid in without thanking him. It was like old times.
"Dan Lazar's diary. Doesn't that make you purr?" She proffered the notebook.
Sean took it. "Why did I ever marry you?"