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Chapters (113)
  1. NATCHEZBURNING
  2. GREG ILES
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. PART ONE
  7. 1964–1968
  8. CHAPTER 1
  9. CHAPTER 2
  10. CHAPTER 3
  11. PART TWO
  12. 2005
  13. MONDAY
  14. CHAPTER 4
  15. CHAPTER 5
  16. CHAPTER 6
  17. CHAPTER 7
  18. CHAPTER 8
  19. CHAPTER 9
  20. CHAPTER 10
  21. CHAPTER 11
  22. CHAPTER 12
  23. CHAPTER 13
  24. CHAPTER 14
  25. CHAPTER 15
  26. CHAPTER 16
  27. CHAPTER 17
  28. CHAPTER 18
  29. CHAPTER 19
  30. CHAPTER 20
  31. CHAPTER 21
  32. CHAPTER 22
  33. CHAPTER 23
  34. CHAPTER 24
  35. CHAPTER 25
  36. CHAPTER 26
  37. CHAPTER 27
  38. CHAPTER 28
  39. CHAPTER 29
  40. CHAPTER 30
  41. CHAPTER 31
  42. CHAPTER 32
  43. TUESDAY
  44. CHAPTER 33
  45. CHAPTER 34
  46. CHAPTER 35
  47. CHAPTER 36
  48. CHAPTER 37
  49. CHAPTER 38
  50. CHAPTER 39
  51. CHAPTER 40
  52. CHAPTER 41
  53. CHAPTER 42
  54. CHAPTER 43
  55. CHAPTER 44
  56. CHAPTER 45
  57. CHAPTER 46
  58. CHAPTER 47
  59. CHAPTER 48
  60. CHAPTER 49
  61. CHAPTER 50
  62. CHAPTER 51
  63. CHAPTER 52
  64. CHAPTER 53
  65. CHAPTER 54
  66. CHAPTER 55
  67. CHAPTER 56
  68. CHAPTER 57
  69. CHAPTER 58
  70. WEDNESDAY
  71. CHAPTER 59
  72. CHAPTER 60
  73. CHAPTER 61
  74. CHAPTER 62
  75. CHAPTER 63
  76. CHAPTER 64
  77. CHAPTER 65
  78. CHAPTER 66
  79. CHAPTER 67
  80. CHAPTER 68
  81. CHAPTER 69
  82. CHAPTER 70
  83. CHAPTER 71
  84. CHAPTER 72
  85. CHAPTER 73
  86. CHAPTER 74
  87. CHAPTER 75
  88. CHAPTER 76
  89. CHAPTER 77
  90. CHAPTER 78
  91. CHAPTER 79
  92. CHAPTER 80
  93. CHAPTER 81
  94. CHAPTER 82
  95. CHAPTER 83
  96. CHAPTER 84
  97. CHAPTER 85
  98. CHAPTER 86
  99. CHAPTER 87
  100. CHAPTER 88
  101. CHAPTER 89
  102. CHAPTER 90
  103. CHAPTER 91
  104. CHAPTER 92
  105. CHAPTER 93
  106. CHAPTER 94
  107. CHAPTER 95
  108. CHAPTER 96
  109. CHAPTER 97
  110. AFTERWORD
  111. BOOKS BY GREG ILES
  112. Copyright
  113. About the Publisher

Tom had hated to ask Drew to put himself at risk by offering help, but he’d had no alternative. To his credit, Tom’s young partner had not only offered his lake house as a sanctuary but also insisted on driving over immediately to treat Tom’s wound.

“There!” Tom cried, wincing as he raised his hand to point at a giant shed a couple of hundred yards up the road on the right-hand side.

“I see it.”

Walt eased the Roadtrek back to forty miles per hour, then thirty. The turn was forty yards ahead now. He braked steadily, then swung out to the left so that he could fit the van between the mailbox and a post on the other side of the asphalt drive.

Thirty yards ahead, a gravel offshoot led to the tall storage shed. Walt drove straight up to the overhead door and stopped with a squeal. Tom read the code off his hand, and Walt climbed out and entered it in the keypad on the wall.

The overhead door began to rise, and white light flooded the ground.

Walt scrambled back into the driver’s seat, then pulled into the garage as soon as he had sufficient clearance. Then he jumped out and hit a button on the interior wall. Thirty seconds later, the door rattled down to the ground and they were enveloped in darkness.

“Not bad,” Walt said in a grudging tone. “About the best we could have hoped for. How’s your shoulder?”

“Bad enough. I could use another Lorcet.”

“Should you take it, with your ticker weak as it is?”

“No. But if Drew has some Maker’s Mark in there, I’ll sure drink it.”

“Let’s find out.”

Tom felt dizzy as he sought the van’s running board with his foot.

HALF AN HOUR LATER, Walt leaned over Tom’s bloody shoulder and studied Drew Elliott’s handiwork by the light of the reading lamp Drew had used to see while suturing the wound.

“You sewed a drain into it,” Walt observed, “just like we used to do in Korea.”

Drew stripped off his gloves as Melba Price sponged the skin around the rubber hose protruding from Tom’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t have used a drain if we were in a hospital. But if Tom insists on staying out here, I want it in there.”