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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
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  39. THIRTY-SIX
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  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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He hugged her tight. “You won’t have to. I’ll be fine. I’m sure nothing’s gonna happen tomorrow. I’m going down to the courthouse so I’m there when they bring Vincente Carpio in, but Soh would be insane to try anything with all the cops and marshals around. You’ll see.”

“If nothing’s gonna happen, then why do you need to be there?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Cormack wants me and Cicero down there just in case. But if Soh does try something, we probably won’t even be involved. Maybe the cops will win this war for us.”

She pulled her face out of his chest. Over his shoulder she could see an eerie glow along the horizon on the water out to the east—a faint yellow-orange line that looked as though it was just out of their grasp. “What is that?” she asked.

He looked out at the water. “Weird,” he said. “Never seen that before.”

“They say it’s gonna get warmer tomorrow. Maybe that’s some sort of a sign.”

“Maybe,” he said. “It feels like a lifetime since it wasn’t freezing. It’d be nice to be warm again.”

“It would be,” she agree. “Promise me one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll be careful?”

He gave a resigned laugh. “I’ll be as careful as I can be. That’s all I can promise.”

SIXTY-TWO

Historical cemeteries blanket Boston. Tourist excursions include stops at the Grannery Burying Ground on Tremont Street in the shadow of the State House, and Central Burying Ground on Boston Common, among others. Those seeking a supernatural thrill can touch the headstones of famous historical figures and patriots like Paul Revere, Samuel Adams, and John Hancock. The corpses of lesser known but still notable figures like Mary Chilton, the first European woman to set foot in New England, and Crispus Attucks, a freeman of African descent who was the first to be killed in the Revolutionary War at the Boston Massacre, lay in repose under the soil throughout the city.

The Bennington Street Burying Ground in East Boston, while on the Historic Registry, is not a place tourists would visit. The most famous remains at the small patch of grass near the deserted strip along the northeastern edge of Logan Airport belong to Red Woodhead, a professional baseball player who died in 1881 at the age of thirty after three and a half seasons of unremarkable play in the long-defunct International Association.