Chapters (57)
- Cover
- About the Author
- COPYRIGHT
- Dedication
- Prologue: Filip
- Chapter One: Holden
- Chapter Two: Alex
- Chapter Three: Naomi
- Chapter Four: Amos
- Chapter Five: Holden
- Chapter Six: Alex
- Chapter Seven: Amos
- Chapter Eight: Holden
- Chapter Nine: Naomi
- Chapter Ten: Amos
- Chapter Eleven: Alex
- Chapter Twelve: Amos
- Chapter Thirteen: Holden
- Chapter Fourteen: Naomi
- Chapter Fifteen: Alex
- Chapter Sixteen: Holden
- Chapter Seventeen: Alex
- Chapter Eighteen: Holden
- Chapter Nineteen: Naomi
- Chapter Twenty: Alex
- Chapter Twenty-one: Naomi
- Chapter Twenty-two: Amos
- Chapter Twenty-three: Holden
- Chapter Twenty-four: Amos
- Chapter Twenty-five: Naomi
- Chapter Twenty-six: Amos
- Chapter Twenty-seven: Alex
- Chapter Twenty-eight: Holden
- Chapter Twenty-nine: Naomi
- Chapter Thirty: Amos
- Chapter Thirty-one: Alex
- Chapter Thirty-two: Naomi
- Chapter Thirty-three: Holden
- Chapter Thirty-five: Naomi
- Chapter Thirty-six: Holden
- Chapter Thirty-seven: Alex
- Chapter Thirty-eight: Amos
- Chapter Thirty-nine: Naomi
- Chapter Forty: Amos
- Chapter Forty-one: Naomi
- Chapter Forty-two: Holden
- Chapter Forty-three: Alex
- Chapter Forty-four: Naomi
- Chapter Forty-five: Amos
- Chapter Forty-six: Alex
- Chapter Forty-seven: Naomi
- Chapter Forty-eight: Holden
- Chapter Forty-nine: Amos
- Chapter Fifty: Alex
- Chapter Fifty-one: Naomi
- Epilogue: Sauveterre
- Acknowledgments
Erich’s wasted, tiny left arm squeezed tight to his body. “Let me get this straight. You’ve got a score where I go seven, maybe eight hundred kilometers, sneak past some private mercenary death squad, boost a ship, and the payoff is that I get to leave everyone and everything I’ve got here? What’s next? Russian roulette where if I win, I get to keep the bullet?” His voice was high and tight. He bit the words as he spoke them. “This is my city. This is my place. I carved my life out of the fucking skin of Baltimore, and I spent a lot doing it. A lot. Now I’m supposed to put my tail between my legs and run away because some Belter fuckwit decided to prove he’s got a tiny little dick and his mama didn’t hug him enough when he was a kid? Fuck that! You hear me, Timmy? Fuck that!”
Amos looked at his hands and tried to think what to do next. His first impulse was to laugh at Erich’s maudlin bullshit, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t going to be a good idea. He tried to think what Naomi would have said, but before he came up with anything good, Peaches stepped toward Erich, her arms out to him like she was going to give him a hug.
“I know,” she said, her voice choked with some emotion Amos didn’t place.
“You know? What the fuck do you know?”
“What it’s like to lose everything. How hard it is, because you keep thinking it can’t really be gone. That there’s a way to get it back. Or maybe if you just act like you still have it, you won’t notice it’s gone.”
Erich’s face froze. His bad hand opened and closed so fast, it looked like he was trying to snap the tiny pink fingers. “I don’t know what you’re talking —”
“There was this woman I knew when I went in. She killed her children. Five of them, all dead. She knew it, but she talked about them all like they were still alive. Like when she got up tomorrow, they’d be there. I thought she was a lunatic, and I guess I let that show, because she stopped me one day at the cafeteria and said, ‘I know they’re dead. But I know I’m dead too. You’re the only bitch here thinks she’s still alive.’ And as soon as she said that, I knew exactly what she meant.”