Chapters (110)
- Cover
- ALSO BY J. TODD SCOTT
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- I
- II
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- PART TWO
- 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
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- THIRTY-THREE
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- THIRTY-SIX
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- PART THREE
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- FIFTY
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- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- PART FOUR
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EIGHTY-TWO
- EIGHTY-THREE
- EIGHTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Excerpt from LOST RIVER
- LITTLE PARIS
- DILLON
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“Then what?” Chris asked. “This man is gone for good? If you do this, do you really think he’s out of your life forever? Is that what you really believe?”
“Eso es lo que dice,” Amé said.
Danny looked back and forth between them. “Look, I know I don’t understand much Spanish, but I know enough that I can’t believe you two are actually considering this.” Danny leaned so close to Amé that Chris thought he was going to grab her hand, but he didn’t. “Listen to me, I’ll even accept for the moment that he’s your uncle, and that he’s this big-time cartel figure. So let’s look at what he’s done, who he’s hurt. Your own brother, for starters. If you truly believe him . . . if you believe all the things he’s done and the things he’s saying now . . . then you have to acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, he’s been setting you up for this from the beginning. He’s playing you. For fuck’s sake, he’s threatening to let his own sister die if you don’t help him. He’s killing her if he doesn’t make one fucking phone call, and he’s holding you hostage at the same time. There’s no way this ends well for anyone. It can’t.”
“Before I decide anything, I’ll have to talk to him,” Chris said.
Danny turned back to him. “Sheriff, please listen to me. Listen to yourself. Go down there and arrest this son of a bitch and be done with it. I nearly shot him last night—please don’t make me regret that I didn’t.”
“I hear you, Danny. Don’t think for a minute I don’t know how goddamn serious this is, for all of us. This man tried to have me killed, too.” Chris stopped, not sure what else to say, how to explain and summarize the last four years of his life . . . and Amé’s. Maybe if it wasn’t Amé they were talking about, he would feel differently, which didn’t make him feel any better about it at all. Maybe then he would go down there and haul this man in and let the chips fall where they may.
What if we were guessing about Ms. Bristow, or your son?
Chris knew there shouldn’t be two sets of rules, one for those he loved and another for those he didn’t—he and Mel had had that exact talk when the Earls were holed up after Ben’s death—but this was different. He couldn’t help remembering Amé as that girl outside Mancha’s, the one with the sunglasses and cigarettes—the one he’d promised to protect, save—and thinking how little he’d actually done.