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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Marion County
  7. Part One
  8. 1.
  9. 2.
  10. 3.
  11. 4.
  12. Part Two
  13. 5.
  14. 6.
  15. 7.
  16. 8.
  17. 9.
  18. Part Three
  19. 10.
  20. 11.
  21. 12.
  22. 13.
  23. 14.
  24. 15.
  25. 16.
  26. Part Four
  27. 17.
  28. 18.
  29. 19.
  30. 20.
  31. 21.
  32. 22.
  33. 23.
  34. 24.
  35. Camilla
  36. Acknowledgments
  37. Discover More
  38. About the Author
  39. Also by Attica Locke
  40. Praise for Attica Locke’s

“And Bill?” Darren said. “He ever mention any beef with Malvo, any reason he might have wanted to harm the man or see him gone?”

“You know, he might have,” she said carefully, nailing her gaze to his so he would understand the deal she was cutting. “But my hurt over Levi, not sleeping at night, worrying over my son, I just can’t think of nothing else. But you find my son, and I’m gon’ think on it, and I bet it’ll come back to me.”

Darren sighed and straightened to his full height.

Marnie looked panicked then, fearing she’d lost him, her last hope. “Please,” she said, standing too. “He’s alive.” She narrowed her eyes at Quinn. “He don’t believe me.” She looked back at Darren. “I can’t explain it, I just…day my daddy died, his heart give out while he was sitting in his chair watching reruns of Hogan’s Heroes. It was still on the TV when I come home. But I knew. I knew before I hit the door he was dead. I can’t explain. I just felt a bolt run through me in town and I rushed home.” Tears sprang up, making her green eyes wet and making Darren think again of the great Caddo Lake. “My boy, Levi, he’s still alive. I know it.”

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HE TEASED Wilson with it when they spoke by phone about a half an hour later. Finally something for his actual mission, something real they could pin on Bill King, ABT captain and a missing piece in the joint task force’s collection of indictments on the Aryan Brotherhood of Texas. “Ronnie Malvo?” Wilson said over the phone. This was followed by a hmph sound, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. Darren was careful to play just the tease, not to commit to anything he couldn’t change his mind on later. He’d been ready to let the whole thing go until he’d met a like mind in Marnie King: “Find my son and you can keep Bill King’s ass in prison for the rest of his life,” she’d said as he was leaving Quinn’s office. “She knows something for sure,” Darren told his boss. “But the thing with the kid, she’s distracted, not ready to talk about all that right now, you understand.”