Harper was watching a small group of Spanish officers walk under guard from the large tower toward the barrack rooms.

Harper watched, telling himself he'd wake up any minute.

Harper watched Reacher get in and then slid into the driver's seat.

The Harper, holding his cup high, watched the ceremony with growing impatience.

The Harper watched his glass as Lessa pulled him behind her.

Harper watched the boy run back to his file.

Harper watched it, an evil grin forming on his face.

Silent and immobile, Harper watched the night deepen around them.

Harper watched Sharpe walk away and let out a deep breath.

Harper watched as Sharpe drew his arm back, checked for a second, and then threw.