" He said, “Guys, you’ve got thirty seconds, so go ahead and state your case.” The guy on the right folded his arms high across his chest, like a bouncer at a nightclub door. A show of support, Reacher figured, for the other guy, who was presumably the spokesperson. The other guy said, “It’s about the motel.” His hands were still by his sides. Reacher said, “What about it?” “That’s our uncle who runs it. He’s a poor old handicapped man, and you’re giving him a hard time. You’re breaking all kinds of laws.” His hands were still by his sides. Reacher stepped out from behind the door and moved up next to the Ford’s right-hand headlight. He could feel the heat from the engine. He said, “What laws am I breaking? "

― Lee Child , Make Me (Jack Reacher, #20)