A man named Jim Grant had just been canned.
The Coventry, U.K., native had been working at the once-revered Granada Television channel in England for close to twenty years. But in 1995, he was let go. He was thirty-nine. “Corporate restructuring.”
Fortunately, like a certain soon-to-debut protagonist, Jack Reacher, Grant is resourceful. Smart as hell. And he can roll with a punch.
He’d write a thriller.
“It was just a question of showbiz—entertainment was all I knew,” he says. “It seemed like writing this kind of book was the way to go.”
He gave it a shot.
And in the most unexpected ways, the foundation of his literary career began to take shape. At the supermarket, an old woman ...