Page 28 of Bulletproof Jack: Hunting Lee Child's Jack Reacher

“Yeah. Which means I have to get on the road. It’s a three-hour drive and I need to rent a car first.” Kim turned her head toward Russell. “Bring your passport?”

“Always,” Russell nodded. “You never know when you might have to take a quick flight to Paris.”

“Or a quick drive to Canada,” she replied. “I haven’t been concerned with paperwork and travel permissions for a while. Cooper usually handles my details.”

“What about Cooper?” Gaspar asked. “He’ll be pissed when he finds out about this. Now that you know Reacher’s involved, might be better to get him on the inside, don’t you think? You might need help down the road. Help I can’t get fast enough or maybe not at all. I don’t have much support in Canada.”

Kim knew what he meant.Supportwas a euphemism for easy access to weapons and equipment and personnel to use it expertly when the situation went south.

Which it would.

With Reacher in the mix, things always went south.

Gaspar operated outside the confines of the FBI, but he avoided breaking the law. He had a job and a license to protect. And a family, too.

He was telling her she’d be operating without much of a safety net.

She couldn’t rely on Gaspar in the same way that she relied on Cooper. Cooper had the full force of the U.S. Government at his beck and call, one way or another.

Gaspar couldn’t possibly compete with that, even if he wanted to.

Cooper’s strength would be seriously diminished outside the U.S., but he’d have more resources than Gaspar.

Still, Kim hesitated.

Instincts had saved her far too many times.

She’d learned to trust her gut. At the moment, it was flashing a big red neon “NO.”

No Cooper.

She had Russell and Gaspar.

They would have to be enough.

At least for now.

If the authorities found her weapons at the border crossing point, she’d have no choice. Bringing unauthorized weapons into Canada would probably land her in prison for a long, long time.

At that point, Cooper, or maybe Finlay, would have to be her first call. Until then, she’d stay under the radar. She was used to operating down there.

Gaspar’s phone pinged with another text. She read it quickly.

“Come on. Our ride is downstairs,” she said, pulling her bags toward the door with Russell following close behind.

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Chapter 13

Friday, June 3

Niagara Falls, Ontario, CA

Gaspar had arranged and delivered an SUV to the hotel. Kim and Russell had hit the road to Canada shortly afterward. The two-hundred-mile drive along Interstate 90 through Erie and Buffalo was uneventful.

The first time Westwood called, Kim ignored the ringing phone.

Russell said, “He might have something helpful to say.”

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