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
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- PART THREE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- 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
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“Charity is still up at the family crisis center, so don’t go there. Don’t even look that direction. If she wants to see you, she’ll come back. But if I get word you’re up there messing with her, not only am I going to knock the shit out of you again, I’m booking you on that assault charge, got it?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
Danny seemed even more distracted than when he and Deputy Reynosa had questioned Eddy. But he reached around to the backseat and pulled up a heavy brown bag that he put in Eddy’s lap.
“That’s some of the stuff we took out of the trailer. Wallet, phone, things like that. You signed for it all back in lockup, but you can check it now if you want. It’s all there.”
“Naw, I don’t need to do that.”
“If someone tries to call you, this Apache or anyone else, or if someone tries to find you out here . . . threaten you . . . whatever. You call me.”
“Okay.”
The deputy pointed at the bag. “There’s some other stuff in there. Bologna, bread. Maybe potato chips. A carton of eggs.” Danny smiled at that, and Eddy did, too, remembering those damn eggs. And the skillet. “My number is written on the inside of that carton, tucked away. You need it, that’s where it is.”
Eddy held on to the bag, thinking for a minute he might cry. He didn’t know why, couldn’t explain it, but the fact that Danny had gone to any kind of trouble hit him hard, right in the chest, harder even than the beating Danny had given him down by the giant cane. Maybe he was only doing it because he wanted Eddy’s help with his investigation or whatever, but it was the first time anyone had wanted anything worthwhile from Eddy Lee Rabbit in a long damn time.
“You know, I used to run track,” Eddy said. “One season, when I was like a sophomore. I was skinny . . . I mean, not like now, but healthy . . . fast. So goddamn fast. I set a state record. Some black dude beat it a couple years later, but for a while there, I was the fastest man in the state. Look it up, it’s got to be in some book somewhere. It’s true, bet my life. Hard to believe, right? I wasn’t always like this.”
“I know, Eddy.” Danny stared out through the open window. “So why’d you give it up?”
“Shit, man, I just hated sprintin’ around that track. Runnin’ in a goddamn circle and never gettin’ anywhere.”
“Makes sense. But you know, you could start again.” Danny waved out the window, at the scrub and the canyon walls. “Out here, you’re not running in a circle. Hell, you could run near forever. Straight on, just keep going.”