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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

“I’m a gambler,” Brody told Forrest. “But as a general rule, I only bet on sure things. I’m going to tell you about the biggest bet I ever made.”

“What’s that?” asked Forrest.

“Everybody’s always known that if a hurricane ever hit New Orleans head-on, the city would be wiped out. The whole damn town is nothing but a big bowl sitting below sea level—a bowl of filth waiting for a purging flood. Even the people who lived there knew it. But they just kept the party going, and pretended it would never happen. They formed levee boards, and the politicians swept the money under the table as fast as it came in. Everybody got their cut, even me. But I was laughing the whole time. Because I knew their luck couldn’t hold. I bought low-lying land and insured the hell out of whatever was on it. St. Bernard Parish, the Lower Ninth Ward, Lakeview, Navarre, Gentilly, even Gert Town. The city dodged Betsy, then Camille, and four or five other near misses over the years. But I kept buying. Tulane/Gravier, New Orleans East … because their luck had to run out someday. It was simple probability. The only question was, would I live to see it?” Brody smiled for the first time tonight, and his triumph was terrible to see. “Well, I have. At first I thought Katrina was going to be another close call. But then the corruption and the bad engineering and the laissez-faire bullshit tipped the balance. The levees broke, and God swept that city clean like Sodom and Gomorrah.”

Brody laughed with deep satisfaction. “I can’t tell you how I felt watching that water rise on television. Every extra foot put millions more into my pocket. Three months ago I started getting my settlement checks, and it’s more money than you’ll ever see in your life. But that’s just lagniappe. The real payoff hasn’t even started yet! Because the old city’s gone now. The municipal whorehouse that all those decadent old Catholic hypocrites loved to call ‘the city that care forgot’ is dead, and rotting as we speak. A new city will rise in its place, and it’s going to be different.”