Reacher has nothing. No car. No house. No email address. And yet, he is never a victim. In a culture that tells us we need insurance, subscriptions, and backup plans to survive, Reacher walks out of the motel with just his wet hair and wins.

I have never found him. (Yet.)

But the search isn't futile. The search is the point. It keeps us alert. It keeps us watching the dark parking lots. It reminds us that somewhere out there, a 250-pound former MP is sipping bad coffee and waiting for someone to make a terrible mistake.

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

If you are reading this, you know the feeling. You have finished the latest season on Prime Video. You have devoured The Secret (the 28th book!) in two sittings. And now, you are searching for Reacher in the wild.