The Christmas Scorpion: A Jack Reacher Story

The Christmas Scorpion: A Jack Reacher Story

by Lee Child

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781984818454
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/02/2018
Series: Jack Reacher Series
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 43
Sales rank: 247
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Lee Child is the author of twenty-two New York Times bestselling Jack Reacher thrillers, with thirteen having reached the #1 position, and the #1 bestselling complete Jack Reacher story collection, No Middle Name. All his novels have been optioned for major motion pictures—including Jack Reacher (based on One Shot) and Jack Reacher: Never Go Back. Foreign rights in the Reacher series have sold in one hundred territories. A native of England and a former television director, Lee Child lives in New York City.


Birmingham, England

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Place of Birth:

Coventry, England


Sheffield University

Read an Excerpt

Jack Reacher was happy to play the hand he was dealt, and to live life the way it came. Except for one strong preference: he liked to be warm in winter. Which imposed some kind of shape on his year. By October at the latest he would start heading south. Usually the end of December would find him at his most distant point. The Florida Keys, sometimes. Or Tucson, Arizona. Or Mexico, one year, after the State Department found it convenient to renew his passport. Always either tropical or desert. In recent years he had seen more Christmas lights strung up in palm trees than fir trees. They looked pretty good, especially at night. And there were lots of them. Once he had read a newspaper story about homeowners in the Northeast having such elaborate Christmas displays they needed new breaker panels. Now the same thing was happening way to the south. Everyone loved Christmas. Except the guy in the Santa suit, who was liable to pass out from heat exhaustion.
That particular year the plan worked as normal. On Christmas Eve Reacher arrived in a small town near Barstow, California, out in the desert halfway between Edwards Air Force Base and Fort Irwin. Not as far south as usual. But he knew both places from days of old, especially Irwin, which was a gigantic army training ground, where he had spent many a happy hour. He liked the emptiness. He liked the climate. Warm, dry, and reliable.
But not that particular year. What also arrived on Christmas Eve was snow, in huge quantities, in what media elsewhere were quick to call a one-time freak once-in-a-lifetime storm of the century. Around Barstow no one called it anything, because the power went out immediately, and the phones went down, and the cell towers went off line. Not surprising. The great state of California wasn’t so great with snow. Especially when the snow was wet and heavy and three feet thick on the ground. Cars were buried. Roads were invisible. The rocky tan desert was replaced by a smooth white blanket, as far as the eye could see.

Reacher got inside as soon as he could. He saw a lone low building up ahead. Some kind of bar or roadhouse. He stumbled in through the door, his back thickly coated with snow, his pants soaked to the thigh. He huffed and puffed, and clapped his hands together, and stamped on the mat. He was the fifth refugee. There were two couples already in there, a man and a woman somewhere north of sixty, and another man and woman somewhere south of forty. They all looked like they had arrived not long before, the same way he had, huffing and puffing and stamping and clapping. He nodded a rueful all-in-the-same-boat greeting, and they all nodded back.

The power was out. There were candles burning on the bar, and one on every table. Not decorative candles. No sleighs or reindeer. They were utility items, made of greasy white wax, from the hardware store, next to the dish mops and the kitchen matches. Each table also had a Christmas tree on it, about a foot high, made of feathery green plastic dusted with silver glitter. There were icicle lights hanging from the ceiling. Without power they looked like strings of dull gray pearls.

There was a guy behind the bar, a lugubrious fellow, maybe seventy years old. He called out, “Get you something?”

Reacher glanced around. The candles were all set on porcelain saucers, all the same, white and sturdy, like hotel ware crockery. Which was good, because saucers implied cups, and cups implied coffee, which was what he wanted, black, no sugar.

Except the power was out.

He said, “What have you got?”

The guy said, “Beer.”

“Works for me.”

The guy ducked down to a silent refrigerator and put a long-neck bottle on the bar.

Reacher took it. He thought the older couple looked a little upset. They were going to be stranded overnight, and they didn’t like it. The younger couple weren’t married. Reacher was sure of that. Not romantically involved at all. They were colleagues of some kind. Like business travelers, except they weren’t dressed like it. No suits or wrinkle-free fabrics. Both were in worn denim jeans and T-shirts and old leather jackets. Both looked fit and competent. The guy had short brown hair, neatly brushed. The woman had short black hair, cut in a bob that just missed her collar.

Military, Reacher thought. Which made sense, with Irwin a hop one way, and Edwards the other. Except they weren’t American. He was sure of that, too. Some subtle thing. They were foreign contractors, maybe. Or liaison officers from friendly forces, out of uniform, maybe off duty. Or maybe not, because they looked just as upset as the older couple. They were going to be stranded overnight, and they didn’t like it.

Reacher took a table. The older couple fussed and stopped and started, as if they weren’t sure whether to blame each other, or reassure each other. The younger two stared at their phones, and fiddled with a larger device they tried to keep hidden, but which Reacher recognized as a NATO transceiver tied to a joint command network. It wasn’t working. He heard them whisper. Like BBC radio. British Army, he thought. Maybe due at Irwin for a training exercise. Maybe embarrassed they were late. No way of getting in touch. Bad show. Not cricket. Reacher knew the British Army. It liked to be reliable, if nothing else.

The woman got up and came over to his table. She was tall and lithe and she had a great smile.

She asked, “Do you have service on your phone? Maybe you’re on a different network.”

Her accent was from somewhere in England.

“I don’t have a phone,” Reacher said. “Sorry.”

The woman didn’t answer.

“Comms failures happen all the time,” Reacher said. “Nothing you can do about it, soldier.”

“Are you from Fort Irwin?”

“Is that where you’re headed?”

“We’re supposed to be there now,” she said.

“Who are you?”

“You first,” she said.

“Right now I’m nobody. Once upon a time I was 110th MP.”


“For my sins.”
The woman turned back and said, “Tony, come here.”

The guy got up and came over, just the same, tall and lithe. But no smile.

The woman said to him, “This gentleman was in the 110th over here.” The guy said, “When?”

Reacher said, “Back in the day.”

“How far back?”

“You were in high school. Or the workhouse, or whatever you had over there.”

“Did you know Andrew Parker?"
“British guy. He trained with us. He was a lunatic.”

“He was ours. They still tell stories.”

“You’re 1st RMP?”

Royal Military Police. They work for the queen.

The guy stuck out his hand and said, “Tony Jackson.”

The woman said, “Annie Ness.”

“Jack Reacher.”

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The Christmas Scorpion: A Jack Reacher Story 2.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 28 reviews.
Anonymous 7 months ago
$1.99 for 26 pages? Expected to settle in with at least 150 pages. I love the Reacher stories. Would much rather have put that money towards a full book. Disappointed.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Too short
Anonymous 7 months ago
I'm a loyal Reacher fan but felt a bit used. I understood going in what this was from a marketing point of view but in comparison to previous offerings this, and the following preview, were downright stingy. That being said I will certainly buy the new book the minute it becomes available. Cheers!
Anonymous 8 months ago
Save your two dollars it is a waste of money and time trust me dont mindvthe short stories but this one was bad and quick not even a good 18 pages
Anonymous 9 months ago
$1.99 for an 18 page story. I have all the Reacher books. Was hoping for a longer story.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Too Short for my liking
Anonymous 8 months ago
Too short, too little action. Nice twist at the end though. Jack needs to get back to being Jack. Less talk, more action. That's why I have every Jack Reacher book so far.
Anonymous 8 months ago
Not sure what happened but I only received 26 pages?
Anonymous 3 months ago
I’m no Lee Child, so take what I say with an appropriate amount of skepticism, but this story lacked Mr Child’s usual degree of imagination. Almost as if he had to turn something in and the deadline had arrived.
Anonymous 7 days ago
very Disappointing
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Anonymous 5 months ago
Too neat of a finish
Gilbert_M_Stack 5 months ago
It’s always nice to figure out what’s happening in a mystery well in advance of the end. It’s even nicer to find out you’ve been fooled. The end is a little abrupt but this is a fun short story.
gator65 6 months ago
Not much of a book even for just $1.99? I've read every Reacher novel and am very Disappointed that Lee would do this.
Anonymous 6 months ago
to much money for a short story did not know it was a short story on purchase
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Anonymous 8 months ago
Could be a good start to a bigger story
Anonymous 8 months ago
Unbelievable - 26 pages. Really? Please don't waste the money. C'mon Lee Child - you should be ashamed of yourself - you've let down a bunch of Jack Reacher fans.
Anonymous 9 months ago
Anonymous 9 months ago
Narrative overload and skimpy action
Anonymous 9 months ago
Jack reacher is always a great story
Anonymous 9 months ago
Don’t purchase - I learned a lesson, read the details on the number of pages. For 26 pages which includes the bio, this is a horrible investment.
Anonymous 9 months ago
It says it's 28 pages but the story is only 18 pages! It was interesting and quick with a surprise ending.
Anonymous 9 months ago
I enjoyed the short story. I never guessed who the bad guy was.