You can leave the army, but the army doesn’t leave you. Not completely, notes Jack Reacher—and sure enough, the retired military cop is soon pulled back into service. Someone has taken a shot at the president of France in the City of Light. The bullet was American. The distance between the gunman and the target was exceptional. How many snipers can shoot from three-quarters of a mile with total confidence? Very few, but John Kott—an American marksman gone bad—is one of them. After fifteen years in prison, he’s out, unaccounted for, and likely drawing a bead on a G8 summit packed with enough world leaders to tempt any assassin. If anyone can stop Kott, it’s the man who beat him before: Reacher. And though he’d rather work alone, Reacher is teamed with Casey Nice, a rookie analyst who keeps her cool with Zoloft. They’re facing a rough road, full of ruthless mobsters, Serbian thugs, close calls, double-crosses—and no backup if they’re caught. Reacher can’t stop thinking about the woman he once failed to save. He won’t let that that happen again. Not this time. Not Nice. Reacher never gets too close. But now a killer is making it personal.