Overall, this story is morally complex, handled with a sensitivity and vigour that reflects the uncertainty of our current times. But it’s also quiet, patient and slow. The atmosphere is complemented by vivid descriptions of the open spaces of America’s western frontiers that mirror the chosen loneliness of Reacher’s existence, and for the first time, maybe, just maybe, let slip that he might be a bit weary of it all. But there’s a weird sort of peace in his inward moments, fleeting glimpses of a contentment in the man whose second favourite way to fall asleep is in a lawn chair in the summertime (no points for guessing the first!).