Firsta Baltimore coffee shop. A seat in the corner, facing the door. Black coffee, two refills. A minor interruption from two of the customers, but nothing he cant deal with swiftly. As he leaves, a young guy brushes against him in the doorway. Instinctively Reacher checks the pocket holding his cash and passport. Theres no problem. Nothing is missing.Seconda store to buy a coat. Nothing fancy. Something he can ditch when he heads to warmer climates. Large enough to fit a man the size of a bank vault. As he pulls out his cash, he finds something new in his pocket. A handwritten note. A plea for help.Thirdwherever this bend in the road takes him. Impressed by the guys technique and intrigued by the message, Reacher makes it his mission to find out more . .