Searching For- Reacher In- Official

So keep searching. Check the bus station. Read the book one more time.

But where do you even begin? Let’s be honest. Every time I walk into a roadside diner, a small, primal part of my hindbrain checks the corner booth. Is there a man there? Is his coffee black? Is he quietly folding a piece of paper into an origami crane while memorizing the exit routes? Searching for- Reacher in-

I have never found him. (Yet.)