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Chapters (110)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY J. TODD SCOTT
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. I
  7. II
  8. PART ONE
  9. ONE
  10. TWO
  11. THREE
  12. FOUR
  13. FIVE
  14. SIX
  15. SEVEN
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. ELEVEN
  20. TWELVE
  21. PART TWO
  22. THIRTEEN
  23. FOURTEEN
  24. FIFTEEN
  25. SIXTEEN
  26. SEVENTEEN
  27. EIGHTEEN
  28. NINETEEN
  29. TWENTY
  30. TWENTY-ONE
  31. TWENTY-TWO
  32. TWENTY-THREE
  33. TWENTY-FOUR
  34. TWENTY-FIVE
  35. TWENTY-SIX
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. THIRTY-FIVE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. THIRTY-EIGHT
  48. THIRTY-NINE
  49. PART THREE
  50. FORTY
  51. FORTY-ONE
  52. FORTY-TWO
  53. FORTY-THREE
  54. FORTY-FOUR
  55. FORTY-FIVE
  56. FORTY-SIX
  57. FORTY-SEVEN
  58. FORTY-EIGHT
  59. FORTY-NINE
  60. FIFTY
  61. FIFTY-ONE
  62. FIFTY-TWO
  63. FIFTY-THREE
  64. FIFTY-FOUR
  65. FIFTY-FIVE
  66. FIFTY-SIX
  67. FIFTY-SEVEN
  68. FIFTY-EIGHT
  69. FIFTY-NINE
  70. SIXTY
  71. SIXTY-ONE
  72. PART FOUR
  73. SIXTY-TWO
  74. SIXTY-THREE
  75. SIXTY-FOUR
  76. SIXTY-FIVE
  77. SIXTY-SIX
  78. SIXTY-SEVEN
  79. SIXTY-EIGHT
  80. SIXTY-NINE
  81. SEVENTY
  82. SEVENTY-ONE
  83. SEVENTY-TWO
  84. SEVENTY-THREE
  85. SEVENTY-FOUR
  86. SEVENTY-FIVE
  87. SEVENTY-SIX
  88. SEVENTY-SEVEN
  89. SEVENTY-EIGHT
  90. SEVENTY-NINE
  91. EIGHTY
  92. EIGHTY-ONE
  93. EIGHTY-TWO
  94. EIGHTY-THREE
  95. EIGHTY-FOUR
  96. EPILOGUE
  97. I
  98. II
  99. III
  100. IV
  101. V
  102. VI
  103. VII
  104. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  105. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  106. Excerpt from LOST RIVER
  107. LITTLE PARIS
  108. DILLON
  109. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  110. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Don’t you dare fucking talk to me about trust.”

“Listen to me,” Fox Uno said, almost calling her mija again, before catching himself. “Understand, these men will not let me be found alive. They cannot afford to let me live, not with the things I know. All their names, all their secrets. Yes, I am a murderer, a thousand times over, but it’s not the dead I will answer to.”

“You can’t protect my mama. You can’t save yourself. You’re weak, scared. Like the sheriff said, you are nothing.” A few moments before, she’d stepped back from him so he could pick the phones up off the ground, but she was still close enough that when she pointed the gun at his face—now—it touched his skin. “Just empty threats and emptier promises.”

He nodded, and it was clear to her that he was done arguing, defending himself. He held up a phone, the one in his right hand. The Blackphone.

“I am many, many things, but I am not a liar . . .”

He began pressing buttons from memory, but she stopped him with a sharp push of the gun against his chin.

“No,” she said. “The other one.”

He shook his head, and kept pushing buttons. “I will make this call, but no one will answer. A phone somewhere I do not know will ring, and a man I do not know will hear that ring, once, and know to go buy five phones from one of ten different stores. He will ride a bike, and pay for those phones in cash. If he does not do this thing, or if he takes longer than an hour, another man I do not know will kill the daughter, or mother, or father of the man on the bike.” Fox Uno shrugged. “This I do not know, either. The man on the bike will take this phone to another, who will drive it to a third, maybe a fourth. Eventually, it will end up in the hands of a man who, if he is not dead, too, will open all the brand-new phone packages. He will choose one and . . .” Fox Uno trailed off, then started again. “If all is well, he will call me.”