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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- THIRTY-NINE
- PART THREE
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- FIFTY
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- 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
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“You want me to pack up our son and leave, so you can open our house to Amé and this man that you’re convinced is a lifelong murderer. A man, I might add, you once thought tried to have you killed, Chris, right here, right outside those windows. Now you’re telling me he has to stay in our home?”
He tried to slow her down. “Danny’s convinced someone’s in Murfee looking for her, or for Fox Uno. Probably both. And he’s convinced me they’re not safe in town anymore. We need a place to wait out the arrangements Fox Uno’s made for Amé’s mother.”
“Oh right, I’m sorry, I didn’t mention the other part of this that doesn’t make any damn sense.” She fixed him with a hard stare. “This man, who’s on the run from the law on both sides of the border, not to mention who knows how many other killers like him, is now miraculously going to spirit Amé’s mother, here, with a phone call? That’s convenient, isn’t it? You said he was only going to stay in Murfee a few days, but this is a lot more than that, a hell of a lot more. Too much. This is our home. Why doesn’t he make a goddamn call for himself and get the fuck out of our lives?”
“Babe, that’s what he’s trying to do. That’s what we’re all trying to do. But it’s different now . . . Amé spoke to someone . . .”
“Her actual mother?”
“No, someone else,” Chris admitted, reluctantly. “A man who works for Fox Uno. He’s called Oso Ocho . . . Gualterio.”
A man Chris had read about in Garrison’s folder. A man who, with one phone call, had made his young deputy believe in all the things Fox Uno had told her and, more important, the one thing he was promising now: that within seventy-two hours he could get her mother safe to Murfee, bringing along with her whatever money and new identities Fox Uno and Zita needed.
“Mel, I can’t ignore this stranger that Marco Lucero told Danny about, either. He was right there in Earlys, where you work, too. He claimed to be a reporter from Austin covering the debate, but Marco didn’t see him there. Danny made some calls, there was no news coverage out of Austin.”
“Oh, finally, the debate. I figured you had forgotten all about that. I don’t suppose this decision about Fox Uno and Amé has anything to do with your performance last night? I didn’t say anything about it then because it was clear you didn’t want to talk, but we’re going to talk about it now. You walked out, Chris.”
“I’m not winning, we both know that.”