The distant sounds of helicopter rotors and police sirens drifted in. Jack Reacher stood up, stubbed out his cigar, and pulled Roscoe into his arms.
Watching the two stagger away, Jack called out, "I'll treat you to pie tomorrow, bring your girl, Reacher."
Reacher replied without turning around, "Got it, Huge Jack."
"Why does he call you Huge Jack?" Hannah asked curiously.
"You'll find out later."
Jack casually put one hand in his pocket and awkwardly adjusted a certain part of his body.
Today's scene was quite sothing. Although it wasn't as exciting as before in New xico, it was still the first ti he had wasted so many bullets on one person.
Braxton pulled up in front of them in a Ford F-450 Raptor and beckoned Chris and Dana to get in.
"Is this your trophy?" Jack rembered that this car should belong to young Kleiner.
"Yes, almost brand new, and a custom-made one. I plan to drive it all the way back to Los Angeles."
This kind of heavy-duty off-road pickup truck really needs a strong man to accompany it; even the petite Dana seed to have so difficulty getting in. Jack clicked his tongue enviously and waved goodbye.
"See you in Los Angeles."
"We should go too." Jack put his arm around Hannah and walked towards his Firebird.
Zoe drove the Hunters back to Atlanta. All that was left here was Finlay, the Hubble family (as "hostages" and witnesses), and the Stevensons to deal with the arriving IRS, FBI, and Georgia State Police.
Presumably, the Secret Service, having just received the news, was on their way, and Jack wisely called Rossi.
For such a major case, even if the profits were split among three parties, the credit would be substantial. Although the BAU and the counterfeit money case had nothing to do with each other, that was an internal FBI matter. Rossi, having received a detailed report beforehand, could gain a huge benefit simply by doing a favor.
Moreover, the local office is the one that will suffer. After all, with Picard as an internal mole, Jack needs to quickly reveal his connections to avoid being accused of treason and exposing his own dirty laundry by so desperate individuals.
Furthermore, Hannah, the FBI agent about to report to the Los Angeles office, won't escape the notice of those with ulterior motives; she needs to be identified by her superiors as soon as possible to prevent any malicious gossip.
Although Rossi was disturbed in the middle of the night, he couldn't hide his excitent. Rebuilding this BAU task force was under imnse pressure.
Jack, a prospective subordinate, had delivered two major cases in quick succession, essentially adding a huge bargaining chip to the already barely balanced scales.
He had been prepared to stake all the favors he had accumulated throughout his career, but now he realized it was unnecessary. Not only did he not have to pay, but he also had more room to negotiate.
The two major cases in New xico and Georgia, seemingly Jack's requests for help, were handled cleanly and efficiently, without any lingering problems.
So, although Jack always nervously ca to him to clean up his sses, as a leader, wasn't this precisely where he could demonstrate his value? His flattery truly hit the mark.
Back at the town inn, compared to Zoe, the older woman, Hannah was a typical example of soone who was both incompetent and playful, several rounds of sex left her unconscious.
The next day, just like his first day in Margrave, Jack sat in the sa fast-food restaurant with the exact sa na as the town around noon.
Unlike before, he wasn't alone this ti; Hannah sat beside him, and Reacher, Finlay, and Roscoe sat opposite him.
"How's the pie?" Jack finished his in a few bites and reached for another.
"I've had better ones," Reacher said, glancing subtly at Roscoe beside him.
The local girl smiled, but a hint of lancholy lingered in her eyes.
"So, tell your plans for the future." Jack's gaze swept over everyone.
"I'm going to Atlanta to take care of my brother until he recovers. We haven't spent much ti together in a long ti." Reacher's face showed a hint of reminiscence.
Compared to Reacher's simple statent, Finlay was a bit more talkative; he was probably the most cheerful among them.
"I'll stay here for a few weeks to help Roscoe sort things out, and then I'll go back to Boston to start a new life."
"I'm fed up with being a cop. Maybe I'll find sothing else to do, maybe I'll get a dog, let's na it Jack."
The two Jacks looked at him simultaneously and said in unison, "Are you sure?"
After everyone laughed, Jack straightened up and looked at Roscoe, "And what about you?"
Roscoe raised her head, her eyes shining with determination and confidence.
"I'll stay here and rebuild the town my family built back then, to prove with my actions that even without Kleiner, the people of Margrave can continue to create wealth with their own hands."
Hearing this sowhat familiar statent, Jack handed her a colored brochure.
"Perhaps I can offer so assistance."
"Although Margrave has declined in the past, its location is actually quite advantageous. The old national highway passes through here, and the roads are well-connected. From here, it's very convenient to transport goods to the major southern state capitals."
"So, as long as a best-selling product is developed, the local economy can quickly recover, even better than relying on the scraps left over from Kleiner."
Roscoe looked at the brochure in her hand with a puzzled expression. "What's this?"
"An electric tricycle, perfect for ranches and farms."
Jack smiled and pointed to the tricycle on the brochure. In his previous life, these electric tricycles beca popular in Europe and Arica after 2020.
In New York, even a delivery tricycle worth $80,000 was launched, just to solve the last-mile delivery problem in the express delivery industry.
Of course, this is just a rather exaggerated example, but with the developnt of the electric vehicle industry, these small gadgets like electric tricycles can be seen in almost every rural area of Europe.
Back in Texas, he ordered one online for the elderly xican couple who looked after Hannah's farm. Judging by the ti, it should arrive soon.
People could easily use it to get in and out of the barns and stables, carry hay, and even go fishing.
"You can order a few to try it out. It's very cheap, less than $2,000 including shipping. They're very sturdy and durable, and easy to maintain," he said, spreading out a map. "These imported vehicles are already widely used in rural Europe, and soon they'll be popular in the southern countryside here too."
"My idea is to import a large quantity of finished parts, assemble and brand them in Margrave, and then ship the whole trucks to various southern states. The price could be even cheaper."
Of course, Jack's idea was just a spur-of-the-mont thought. In a small town with less than 2,000 people, even a small business would be enough; a small assembly operation was just right.
"This is Chris's office phone number. He happens to have so business related to that region recently. If you've decided, you can consult him."
This was just a minor incident, quickly forgotten by Jack. That sa day, he and Hannah left Georgia for the final stop of their trip, Florida.
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