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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?

Danny shook his head. “I think it’s insane to use the word ‘safe’ to describe any of this.” His face was shadowed by the juniper they were standing under, his eyes hollowed by a lack of sleep. She wanted to take him by the hand and walk him upstairs and put him back to bed, wondering when he—or any of them—would get a good night’s sleep again.

“Lo sé, but I have to try. I can’t explain . . .”

“That’s just it, Amé, even though I don’t understand, I’m the last person you have to explain it to. But maybe someday you will have to explain it to Melissa, and the sheriff’s baby son.”

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“No, no, you didn’t. But here we are, all the same. That’s how it works, and you were the one who first reminded me of that after I’d lost my way with the Earls.”

While they were talking, Zita appeared at the top of the stairs, framed by the apartment’s open door. She was wearing one of the new dresses America had bought her, pink and white, and her hair was down around her shoulders. She was watching them, tentative.

“You don’t have to do this,” she said, smiling up at Zita, but talking to Danny. “I don’t want you to do this.” As she said it, she meant it as much as she’d ever meant anything, but not for any of the reasons he probably imagined. She’d been more than willing to risk Fox Uno’s life and her own, but not Danny’s.

Not like this, not for this.

But as Danny just said, here they were, all the same.

He smiled. Sad, resigned. A smile only faintly mirroring her own. “I know, but I won’t let you do this on your own. There’s nowhere else I can be.” He waved at Zita, and she waved back, as Fox Uno appeared next to her, one hand on her shoulder. Danny’s smile faded, and he turned away from them both.

“Time to go. Let’s get this over with.”

FORTY-THREE

They showed up in the morning, not long after dawn, in two separate cars.