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
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- 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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Danny came up next to him. “You’re right, I did. And I guess you didn’t. You’re learning.”
“Besides, I’m outta minutes on my phone. You might guess that business has been slow since I got popped.” What he didn’t, couldn’t, say was that Johnnie had taken his phone. He’d shoved it away in one of his packs, along with Eddy’s spare truck keys, although Charity still had the truck with her.
No calls in or out.
No leaving.
“You look clean, Eddy. You don’t look good, but at least you look clean.”
Eddy took in Danny’s own bloodshot eyes and unshaved face. It didn’t look like he’d slept at all last night, maybe not for a couple of nights. “That makes two of us. You look the way I feel . . . like you tied one on last night. Must have been a helluva party.”
Danny put his hands in his jeans, rocked back and forth. “What it looks like is somebody worked you over, Eddy. Somebody worked you over bad. You want to talk about it?”
Eddy laughed, nervous. Motioned toward his own face. “This? I got this falling over my junk in the trailer. Woke up to take a piss, next thing you know . . . blam, I’m facedown. At least if I had been high, even drunk, I wouldn’t have felt that shit at all. Instead, it hurt like a motherfucker.” He tried counting ashes blowing away from the end of his cigarette. “Everything hurts more when you’re sober. Maybe that’s why I tried so hard for so long not to be. Why’d you come out here, Deputy?”
“I was out this way. I’m going to be out of pocket for a couple of days, taking care of some business.”
“Shit, ain’t nobody ever out this way unless they’re looking for something.”
Shadows fought back against the rising sun, most of the canyon still successfully holding on to the dark. “Look, this is important, Eddy. Are you sure none of your friends came across the river? Maybe asked some questions about Deputy Reynosa or anyone else? Is there anything you want to tell me? I don’t give a shit what you’ve done, or what you’re doing now, I just need to know.” He pointed at the trailer. “You want to let me have a look around in there?”
Eddy shrugged and shook his head, an exaggerated gesture. He hoped those fuckers in the trailer saw it. “You got a warrant this time? Damn, I ain’t even slugged you with a frying pan yet.” Eddy laughed, trying to pass it all off as a joke. Having first Johnnie show up, and now Danny—both of ’em asking about Deputy Reynosa—was some serious shit. Serious trouble. For Danny, for everyone.