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
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- FORTY-EIGHT
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- 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
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“No, we don’t know that. Are you justifying this insane plan of yours because you think you’re not going to be the sheriff anymore? There were plenty of people in that gym who believe in you and trust you and need you, too, more than just America Reynosa. What about them?”
“Amé needs me now, today. I need to see this thing through. I don’t know what else to do.”
“No, you don’t want to do anything else. You’ve convinced yourself you owe her, or you’re punishing yourself for some past mistake you won’t let go. You’re not seeing another way because you won’t look for one, but you know who really gets punished? Me, and your son. We’re the ones that get to stand by to see what happens. We’re the ones that’ll be praying you don’t nearly die out here a second goddamn time. This isn’t what I agreed to.”
“It’s not? When? Are you only upset because it’s hitting so close to home?” Chris said.
“Don’t you dare fucking say that. That’s not fair, not with everything we’ve been through together. At least be honest with me, even if you can’t be with yourself. You owe me that.” Mel folded her arms, holding herself tight. “Chris, I read the folder that Joe Garrison brought you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but I did. I only wanted to see if you’d done any work for the debate. It doesn’t make it right, but I know now all about Fox Uno and his goddamn people. I saw all those horrible pictures . . .”
Chris wanted to be angry with her, but she was right; he owed her the truth. “I just want to get this over with. To do that, I first need to get Amé and Fox Uno out of town, away from prying eyes. Murfee will be safer, and I can keep them safer out here.”
“Until something goes wrong, then there won’t be a way to save any of you. You want to hide them out here exactly because you know how goddamn risky this is.” She collected Jack out of his booster seat, and he kicked and struggled, started to cry. “He’s killed women and children, Chris. Don’t talk to me about America. That’s the man you’re trying to help.”