¹ Snipes || Reacher

10. Reacher Said Nothing

"Nice outfit." Finlay remarked as he was looking at Lizzie and Reacher, who were wearing mismatched outfits. Reacher was still wearing his dress pants and was now wearing a funny t-shirt about New York.

While Lizzie was wearing a light blue tank top, a pair of shorts and then a jacket as well that was just thrown over it. Lizzie climbed into the backseat and she was leaning back, her eyes flashing swiftly with exhaustion.

"My other clothes got blood on them. Some of it was mine." Reacher said and Finlay was looking at them. "Snipes fixed me up." He said as a weak explanation.

"Hey." Finlay said as he was looking at Lizzie, who really did look like shit. "You really have to start taking better care of yourself, you know." He said and she rolled her eyes.

"Go to hell, Finlay." Lizzie mumbled.

"Knife? Gun?" Reacher interrupted their classic bickering and he was grabbing his weapons.

"It is in the console." Finlay said as then, he was shaking his head. "So what did you both learn in New York?"

"It is just all about the paper. The ink is easy to get, plates are doable; acquiring the right currency paper, that's the trick." Reacher explained.

"And?" Finlay asked.

"Well, there was only one place in the country that made the paper and Joe had it locked down like Sing Sing... Unless..." Reacher was shaking his head at the very thought of what he was about to say.

"Unless he didn't." Finlay murmured.

"Unless he didn't." Reacher agreed quietly and Lizzie nudged him in the arm, before he realized that she wanted her gun and her extra clips back. "Sorry, here." He said and he gave them back to her and she nodded.

"Could've been someone dirty on the inside Joe wasn't aware of." Reacher pointed out as Lizzie was barely awake, forcing herself to stay awake quickly. "Hubble was a currency manager, dealt in hard cash. He could've been working with somebody at the supplier who was compromised." Reacher said.

"Okay. Anything else?" Finlay asked.

"We ran into another one of those Venezuelan guys." Reacher spoke bluntly.

"Oh, jesus. What happened this time around?" Finlay asked.

"We played Hangman." Reacher replied calmly. "Take me to the body shop. Got to pick up the Bentley." He said softly and he reached back into the backseat and swiftly, he took Lizzie's hand in his.

Finlay sighed quietly at the words and he was nodding. "I need to make a stop first. You are going to want to stay in the car with Lizzie." He said.

Lizzie got out of the car and silently stood next to Reacher, as their fingers were laced together. "Finlay is right, you look exhausted." He murmured softly and she was shaking her head at him, before she sighed.

"I'm just worried about Joe, okay?" She murmured and he was nodding slightly at her, before he was moving his arms around her and she was leaning against him again.

"We will go to Hubble's place together... Right after we pick up the Bentley." Reacher murmured and he was looking down at her, before she was nodding. "I promise." He said softly and now, he was kissing her forehead gently. Lizzie closed her eyes as she quietly shook with pain in her bearing.

Lizzie kept the windows down as she got back into the car and silently, Reacher sat in the back with her. "Aren't you uncomfortable?" She asked quietly and he glanced at her.