The tabby cat Kitty returned to her assigned seat for this trip. Major Jack Reacher of the military police climbed into the RV as well.
The group set off again. Henry could tell that he, too, seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief.
"What is it? Couldn't get along with those U.S. Army grunts?" Henry asked a more personal question as he followed the lead vehicle in turning around and heading back the way they had come.
Jack Reacher casually switched on the RV's stereo and played some music. "It's not that we couldn't get along. I just can't figure out why General Ross wanted to invite you through me.
"If he only wanted to question you, he could have contacted you by phone first. As long as he had a valid reason, he could have picked a place acceptable to both sides, and that would have been enough. There was no need to specifically transfer me here for a task unrelated to my actual duties."
The music was a little loud, though not loud enough to be obnoxious. But given Jack Reacher's sense of boundaries, he would not normally do something like this unless he had to—such as to imply that there might be a listening device on him.
Following the tough man's concern, Henry casually asked, "Don't tell me that once I go there, I won't be able to leave. Shouldn't I make arrangements for my affairs first?"
"That won't be necessary. If the general truly had bad intentions, he wouldn't need to go out of his way to bring me in. He could simply send the tactical team I mentioned to arrest you. But since he had me show up, I don't think it was just out of consideration for Mr. Tony Stark. There must be