IOM #23

"…the hair doubles as a motorcycle helmet," he said. Whirring rotors signaled an approaching helicopter. He turned to the dark-suited man in Dan Lazar sunglasses, the latest in snazzy literary eyewear.

The man raised a hand. A sliver of moonbeam caught his ring, a griffin with a spaceship in its mouth. A bundle hit the floor.

"A pleasure, Mr. Cruise…err…Reacher.”

The man gave him a look that could frost a gin pail, then dragged the woman away.
Killer Yap eyed the bundle. They'd always said Miss Snark would sell her grandmother for a date with George Clooney.

Miss Snark is laughing...but very very quietly. Grandmother Snark has ears like Jack Reacher!

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