Chapters (78)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
- Also by Owen Laukkanen
He checked the time on his watch and saw that twenty minutes had passed, and he knew it was about time he found his way to the harbor. Knew Jess would leave without him if he didn’t show in time.
Lord, lead me in your righteousness because of my foes, he thought. Make your way straight before me.
But Lucy still wasn’t there when he looked up from his watch, and nothing on the street had moved or changed. And he didn’t see any sign anywhere from any higher power that he ought to stay here or go to Jess, and he knew the decision was his to make, and his alone.
And he hoped he was making the right decision, if there was such a thing. He supposed he would find out soon enough.
Find a deep hole, girl, he thought. Find a deep hole, and stay there until we come back for you.
He squared his shoulders and turned to walk down to the harbor. And then he saw her.
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Forty
Lucy was a block away from Mason, moving east. South of where he stood, toward the hill and the highway, not the water. He watched her trot into the intersection and pause and sniff the ground, and he knew it was her, recognized the way she was running with her back in a hunch like she was scared, her nose low to the pavement and her tail tucked. Saw the leash dragging behind her and knew she was his dog, all right.
He started after Lucy, but she was already moving again. Continuing east toward Main Street, on a side road parallel to Mason’s own, and before Mason could run to her or call out, she’d crossed the intersection and disappeared from view behind somebody’s house.
Mason figured to cut her off. He cradled the shotgun and jogged east, past more quiet houses and trailers in various states of abandonment. He knew he should stay careful, stealthy, keep aware of his surroundings, but he didn’t want to lose the dog again. There was a vacant lot at the end of the next block, and he imagined he could angle across it and get in front of Lucy.
He ran, the shotgun heavy in his arms and his heart pounding in his ears. Made the empty lot and ran through tall weeds and bare dirt, dodging refuse and varmint holes. Slipped in the mud and almost ate shit, but he managed to stay upright and didn’t hardly lose speed. He cleared the lot and came out on the street where Lucy should have been, and she was right there where he expected, still trotting along on the other side of the street, heading for a destination Mason couldn’t conceive of.