查理士布朗遜竟然開始懷念他挖的逃亡坑道
與此同時
reacher finally met rose
He walked to the lip of the ravine, and looked at the view. He could see fifty miles. A slice of Colorado, but mostly Wyoming. Thin clear air, immense tawny plains, spiky trees, rocky outcrops, hazy mountains. Nothing moving. He felt all alone on an empty planet. He could imagine hiding out there. Seeing no one. No one seeing him. Nowhere better.
She might not want to be found.
He turned away, and walked up to the garage, and took a look at
the old SUV. It was an ancient Ford Bronco, the same make and model he rode in
from Casper to Laramie, with the guy who turned logs into sculptures with
chainsaws. That had been a basic vehicle, but Rose Sanderson’s was plainer
still. It was scoured back to bare metal by wind and sand. The metal looked
like it had returned to some kind of primitive ore. It was scabbed and pitted,
and dented here and there by minor collisions. No panel was straight. The tires
were worn. The front end smelled of gasoline. He walked back to the Toyota.
By that point Mackenzie had been in the house an hour.
(Child, Lee. The Midnight Line: A Jack Reacher Novel, pp. 235-236)
