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
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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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A few nights ago, Garrison had dismissed the idea of Fox Uno crossing the border, but maybe the Serrano Brothers hadn’t. Maybe they were looking for him here, and they had more than enough motivation to find him and finish the job they’d started in Ojinaga. Even if the Serranos, or Tiburón, Fox Uno’s son, had successfully orchestrated his ouster from Nemesio, he’d always be a threat if he was alive. If he ever fell into the hands of the U.S. government and agreed to cooperate—highly unlikely, but a risk impossible for them to ignore—he was a walking, talking Rosetta Stone. There was no end to what he could reveal about how all the current cartels recruited and negotiated among themselves, how they were organized and communicated to their trafficking cells in the tight United States.
Who they bribed, and who protected them in Mexico.
You truly would have a goddamn snake eating its tail, choking on itself.
If Fox Uno talked, he could do more with a few words to single-handedly disrupt Mexican narco-trafficking than a hundred federal arrests or a thousand seized dope loads.
A few words, a few puzzle pieces was all Garrison had.
But that had been enough for Darin.
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LATER, AFTER CHECKING ONCE MORE with intel to see if anything else had come in, Garrison returned to his nearly empty office and shut the door.
He’d pulled teletype intelligence traffic from all the DEA offices across Arizona and California. If Fox Uno had slipped over the border, he was going to need help on this side. A lot of help. Unfortunately, Garrison had a suspicion where he’d go looking for that help, but he wanted to check everywhere to be sure.
He wanted to be thorough.
He undid his tie and took the typed transcript of the radio intercept and laid it in front of him, along with all the other intel briefs and teletypes he had, including the half-assed report he had written for Chesney. He made a couple of notes to himself, so he’d say everything just the way he wanted to, then he picked up his secure phone.
He needed to make two calls.
The first was back to Washington, D.C. Technically, he was going over Chesney’s head, way over, but he’d deal with the fallout of that later. Garrison still had friends back there in those other “alphabet” agencies, and he wanted to see about calling in a favor or two. Hoping to get another pair of eyes or ears focused down on his problem.
To find a few more puzzle pieces.
Then, after that, he’d make the second call—on his personal cell phone.
And that one was going to be to Sheriff Cherry.
FORTY-FIVE
The plan was for Javy Cruz to pick Mel up before America and the rest of them invaded her house.