61 Hours

June 28, 2010
Narrator Dick Hill has been perfecting Reacher's hard-boiled verbal swagger for years. In this installment, Reacher is stranded in a snow-bound South Dakota town where a biker gang has turned an abandoned facility into a meth lab. A member of the gang is in prison awaiting trial, and a hit man has been hired to remove the only witness to the crime, a 70-something librarian. According to a curious stipulation, every time the prison's trouble gong sounds every policeman in town must report there immediately—even if it means leaving the sweet old librarian to the mercy of the unknown assassin. Happily, none of these convolutions give Hill pause. It's his job to entertain, and that he does, almost chuckling as he describes Reacher's takedown of two giant bikers, relishing the hero's heralded powers of observation, or summoning up a large, accented ration of nastiness for the villain of the piece, a diminutive Mexican crime boss named Plato. When the book finally arrives at the end of its 61-hour countdown, thanks to Hill the time seems to have been well spent. A Delacorte hardcover (Reviews, Mar. 1).

Jack Reacher--formerly a military cop, now on his own--returns in a plot filled with international gangsters, a terrible military secret, corrupt cops, and Reacher's own form of vigilante justice. Dick Hill has portrayed Reacher since the beginning. His spare narration style is a perfect fit for the man whose only possession is a folding toothbrush. Understatement is Reacher's trademark--until he gets jacked up with moral outrage, a not uncommon occurrence. That's when the real power of Hill's performance hits the listener. His passion and pacing deliver all the aggression, power, and good-guy sensitivity Reacher is known for. M.C. Winner of AudioFile Earphones Award (c) AudioFile 2010, Portland, Maine