"I want my cut." Reacher's gaze was cold and fixed as a moonbeam.
Dan Lazar shuddered. "But--you're just a character! You're no more real than a griffin!"
"Listen, I'm not Child's agent, I'm a children's agent."
"I want what's mine, or we're going for a ride." Reacher gestured to the ghostly helicopter outside.
Dan sighed and reached under the bed for his shoebox full of twenties.
"Snazzy banking system you've got there." Reacher snatched the shoebox away. "Your kind will exploit imaginary people no more. Our time has come."
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