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
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- THIRTY-NINE
- PART THREE
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- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
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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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But in a way, Danny had been right all along, too: when she’d spoken to Gualterio, it had become clear just how little her uncle had revealed to him or anyone in Nemesio about where he was or his next moves. Fox Uno really had been hiding, biding his time, working out who he could still trust or who had already betrayed him, and his own uncertainty and fear gave her some real hope.
Because if he truly wasn’t in control of Nemesio anymore, he had to risk himself and make a deal with someone to help him get what he wanted, and now that someone also had to deal with her.
I get it. Secret words and names, like Rana and Araña and Diablo. Little boys playing silly games. But when I picked up Rodolfo’s phone and dialed it all those years ago, someone did answer . . .
Someone just like this Gualterio. Fox Uno might never have made that call on his own until she’d dragged him off into the desert with a gun to his head, but it had worked once before with the sicario Máximo, and she was willing to risk Fox Uno’s life and hers that it would work again.
She had no better idea than he did about who would show up, or what would happen when they did, but if they brought her mama along with them to get to him, she didn’t give a damn.
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DANNY SAID, “I’ll go up and get the rest of your stuff, then I’ll drive you guys out there. Once you’re settled, I’m going to head back into town. I have a few things I need to take care of, and I’ll get back out to the Far Six later tonight or first thing in the morning. You guys should be fine for the one night.”
She wanted to ask him what he needed to take care of, but he was in no mood to share; no more than she’d shared with him her plan to take Fox Uno out to the desert. But it was more than that, like he’d come to some decision on his own, something serious he’d been turning over since her call with Gualterio. Whatever it was had been weighing on him, still was, but it was clear he didn’t want to talk about it with her. For all their closeness of the last few months, she’d opened a cut that would take a while to heal, if it ever truly did.
“We’ll be fine. Gualterio only knows that we’re here in Texas, somewhere near Murfee. He won’t know exactly where until my mama is safely over the border.”