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Book Review: Bad Luck and Trouble

      Hey, everyone. I recently completed a good book which I'd like to tell you about. Good books are rare and my wife has told me that sharing is caring, so here goes.
    Bad Luck and Trouble is a Lee Child book starring Jack Reacher. Reacher has become an iconic character and is one of my favorite fictional friends. As you may know, Jack is a former Army investigator who left the army and bums around the United States,hitchhiking or riding buses. In doing so, he lands in various adventures. He is a big guy, about 6' and 5" and tends to take the underdog's side in any scrap.
     Reacher checks his bank balance one day at an ATM and discovers that he has more money than expected. To the tune of $1030. Rather than going on his way rejoicing, like most people, he is concerned. Because his former group of Army cops used 1030 as the numerical code for an emergency. So he uses his particular set of skills to find out who is in trouble. The trail leads him to L.A. and to a former associate named Neagley. She was an investigator in Reacher's former group. She informs Jack that their former friends from the Army are disappearing one by one. Some are missing and at least one has been found dead. The circumstances of his death are suspicious. It appears that someone threw him from a helicopter at about 3000 feet. This would most likely rule out an accidental death.
     Reacher gathers the rest of his former squad together( for a total of four people) and begins to look for the culprits. They find that the deceased was working for an outfit called New Age. This is not a religious place but rather a clandestine military contractor. After they start asking questions at New Age, the LAPD and several government agencies seem to be interested in Reacher and his friends. When another body is found in the desert, evidently dumped from a helicopter, it doesn't need Jack's investigative skills to conclude the worst about the friends that are still missing.
       Reacher brings his brand of ruthless justice to L.A., even if he must deal with crooked cops. When he needs funds, he just robs gangbangers. When he needs weapons, he just takes them. When others might opt for a citizens arrest, Reacher just kills people. When you need a good read, just try this book. You won't be disappointed.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills
P.S. Wonder when another Reacher movie will be made? I understand that Lee Child has signed a deal whereby the movies can be made of any of his books. Hey, I liked Tom Cruise in that role, despite his size, but I would like to see Liam Neeson try his hand at it. He is a big guy, and a good actor. By the way, you should go to Nerdist, a site I enjoy. They have an audio of Liam pranking a guy. It seems that Maggie Grace, who played his daughter in Taken, had just endured a guy dumping her. So, Liam called the guy and told him that he had been "dating out of his league" and that he should beware of Neeson using a particular set of  skills on the young fellow. Great stuff.

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