He’s seated at a corner booth. So he’s able to take in every entrance and exit. His observant gaze watches every patron and staff member of the diner. It’s a quiet afternoon. There isn’t too many people on a Wednesday afternoon. Post lunch rush. Which is why Reacher decided to stop by. Knowing he wouldn’t draw too much attention to himself.

There’s a few people seated at the counter. An old man reading a newspaper in a booth by himself. A couple of women talking over their lunch. And a group of four men. They all look anywhere from 30 to 40. And they’re a bit loud. That’s not what bothers Reacher. When bothers him is the fact that they are eyeing a waitress like she’s apart of the menu. It makes Reacher’s blood boil but he stays calm. Sipping his black coffee and eating his club sandwich. Still, he keeps an eye on them. Watching as their eyes train on her behind as the waitress walks by.