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
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
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- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
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- PART THREE
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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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A big net had been thrown out for the old cartel leader, but so far it had come up empty. Garrison had to think it was only a matter of time, although things would get a lot bloodier until then.
That was the conclusion he planned to put in his report to Chesney. He suspected the SAC wouldn’t ask too much beyond that, but in the quiet of his own kitchen, he couldn’t help wondering where in the hell the old son of a bitch had gone. Few people understood how hard it could be to find one man in the world—even when most of the world was looking for him—but with Fox Uno, you really didn’t need to look all over the world, only the northern states of Mexico. Chihuahua, Coahuila, maybe Nuevo León. Those were Fox Uno’s traditional strongholds and he’d never been known to move out of them.
It was still a hell of a lot of territory, but not impossible. Not the whole world.
But . . . Fox Uno did have one other traditional stronghold—right here in Texas, in the Big Bend.
Was it possible he’d try to slip over the border? No, but it wasn’t unheard of, either. Back in 2008, DEA’s McAllen office arrested a high-ranking member of the Gulf cartel buying a watermelon in a local H-E-B supermarket. An agent just happened to be in the store at the same time and recognized Carlos Landín Martínez from the agency’s long-running investigation. It was pure luck, a joke, but it had happened.
Garrison had to ask himself: Could it happen again?
Not the same way. This wasn’t like Landín Martínez—DEA didn’t have a great photo of Fox Uno, and nothing current, so no one would recognize him wandering the street. Unless that person was Deputy America Reynosa, who Garrison was convinced knew a hell of a lot more about her alleged uncle than she’d ever admit to Chris Cherry or anyone else.
Could it happen again?
Even if the possibility existed, Chris’s unwillingness to help, and Garrison’s refusal to run any more unilateral operations in the Big Bend, meant it was a dead end. It was such a remote chance anyway, it probably wasn’t worth raising in his report to Chesney. But for the sake of completeness—he was still a goddamn investigator, after all—he’d put it in. One sentence, no more.
After his talk with Chesney about Sheriff Machado’s Tejas unit, his SAC already thought he was jumping at every shadow . . . seeing goddamn ghosts everywhere.
What the hell was one more?
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