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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?

But if there was anyone his father trusted more than Martino, anyone who knew most of Fox Uno’s secrets and his little hiding places and war chests, it was Gualterio.

Trusting him was impossible, but keeping him alive a little while longer had been necessary.

Just as it had been necessary after the mess at Manuel Benavides to leave others of Fox Uno’s people untouched and in place, a safety net designed to snare his father whenever he decided to move.

A move that had finally, mercifully, come yesterday morning.

In the end, Martino was not all that surprised his father had turned to Gualterio, not him. The only real surprise was this girl’s involvement—America. Allegedly his prima. He knew of her, knew that Fox Uno had always favored her for reasons of his own, but never imagined her involvement in this thing. It was a shame now he would never have the chance to meet her. He would like to have known what she thought of her uncle, and of him.

It also reminded him just how much he had already underestimated his father and how that had nearly cost him everything.

Not anymore, never again.

Martino stood to take one last look at the ocean.

Outside his suite door were twelve armed guards, and two on each floor down to the lobby. In the lobby were six more, mixed in with the crowd, including two federal police officers. This was the last safe place he’d be for a while. Tonight, he needed to be on a plane back to the heat and dust of Ojinaga to oversee the arrangements Gualterio had made with his father and this girl, America. If it all went well, Fox Uno would be dead in seventy-two hours, as would that fat pig Gualterio, and that was something Martino would gladly do with his own hands.

Like Diego Serrano had said, he had to personally get involved. He simply could not fail again.

Xavier reappeared in his red shirt and the Giorgio Armani suit, holding two fresh glasses of champagne. He looked like a young American executive, perfectly complementing Martino’s own Brioni slim suit in amarena red, and his expensive Lucchese boots, cut out of black elephant leather with a stitch pattern reworked as a skull, something you could only see if you got close enough to them and stared hard.

The boots were called Terlingua, and they’d been handmade in Texas. It was this silly coincidence that had made Martino laugh out loud as he read the WhatsApp messages on his phone.