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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- 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
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“No . . . no. You’re a known felon, and I don’t need my face plastered around town, not with you.” Johnnie watched the water. “This old man probably is hiding in plain sight. I can see how parking his ass in the center of town, with a cop, makes a righteous kind of sense given the sort of people who want to get their hands on him. No, we’re just gonna hang out here with you for a few days until we figure out exactly where he is and what he’s up to. We gotta wait for a good moment to make our move, and trust me when I say our friends are hard at work finding that moment. Or making one happen.”
“You just gonna grab this guy? Then what?” Eddy thought about all the bags, the guns, spread across his trailer.
“That shit doesn’t concern you, amigo. Be glad we’re looking for him, and not you. It’s a good thing you didn’t run off after fucking up and getting arrested. I smoothed that over for you, but let’s be honest: we’re still gonna have a talk about it. Fortunately, it’s going to be a much different conversation than it could have been. Understand?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“So, your dance card just got filled up, Eddy. You’re going to be my eyes and ears, maybe my fucking tour guide, if I gotta find my way around this place. Jesus, don’t you people put signs up anywhere?”
“It’s the Big Bend. It’s supposed to be easy to get lost,” Eddy said, shrugging, turning his attention to the river, too. It was flat and still.
“Last time I saw you, Eddy, pardon my saying, but you looked like death warmed over. You’re looking a mite better now. You finally off that shit?”
“They had me locked up for a few days. It kinda flushed my system, and I was all out of stuff anyway. They took everything.” But that wasn’t true. He’d had his bag in the Admiral fridge, packed heavy with his stash, and he’d held on to it for two days, practically sleeping with it, before tossing it into the river they were now both staring at.
He’d kept Apache’s—Johnnie’s—phone, though. That’s what he should have thrown in the goddamn river.
“You don’t have any on you, do you? A little bump?” Eddy asked. “I sure could use it.”