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Reacher snorted. "Sometimes."

Mason leaned back, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. "I thought you'd see it that way."

The man in black smiled, a thin, calculated smile. "My name is Mason. I represent a... group of people who are interested in your particular set of skills."

Finally, Reacher nodded. "I'm in."

Mason pushed a folder across the table. "There's a situation that requires your unique approach. A small town, a questionable death, and a cover-up that goes all the way to the top."

Reacher raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "What skills?"

Reacher made his way over, his long strides eating up the distance. He slid into the booth across from the man in black, his movements economical and deliberate. jackreacher2012720pbluraydualaudioenglis portable

Reacher leaned back, a gesture of relaxation in a body that was always on alert. "What do you want from me?"

"And I've heard nothing about you," Reacher replied, his voice even, a slow drawl that betrayed no emotion.

He looked up at Mason. "And what's in it for me?" Reacher snorted

The two men sat in silence for a moment, the diner's background noise filling the space between them.

Reacher opened the folder, his eyes scanning the contents with a practiced intensity. The pages detailed a case that seemed to fit the description Mason had given - a tangled web of corruption, deceit, and tragedy.

"Military police, investigative work. Your... let's call them 'extracurricular activities' have not gone unnoticed." "My name is Mason