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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Johnnie’s vehicles were hidden around the back side of the trailer, down near the water, but if Danny took a walk around, he’d see them.
And if he walked into the trailer . . .
He thought about just rolling the dice and telling Danny everything—about Johnnie and his thugs hiding out in the trailer, about their bags of guns and the old man they were looking for—whatever it took to convince Danny to just run like hell, the way Eddy used to run when he was under the lights, out on the track.
One foot in front of the other.
But would Danny go for it? Deputy Danny Ford didn’t seem like the running type, not at all, and Eddy had never been that lucky.
How far could either of them get?
If Eddy said something now, he’d probably end up getting both of them killed, right where they stood, and then Charity, later.
He pulled hard on the cigarette.
Running in a circle, or worse, caught in a goddamn trap, like a real fucking rabbit.
“C’mon, Deputy, I’m clean here. Tryin’ to stay straight, not causin’ any problems. But if you really want to mess around inside that shithole, go right ahead.” He held his breath, swallowing smoke. It was bitter, went down hard. It hurt.
Danny looked back and forth between Eddy and the trailer. Time seemed to stretch on and on . . . the decision hanging in the air. Eddy could almost see it, as clear as the yellow tape he’d found around his trailer, until the phone on Danny’s hip suddenly buzzed, an incoming text message. He read it twice and then closed his eyes, shaking his head in obvious irritation. It was some kind of bad news—urgent—and it had distracted the deputy just long enough.
Danny turned his back on the trailer, and Eddy finally let out his breath.
“Okay, okay, I’m not going to fuck with you, Eddy. I didn’t come out here to do that.” Danny went around and opened the driver’s-side door, rummaging around inside. That gave Eddy a chance to get a look at the camper shell on the back of it, where he could see what appeared to be several new, decent-sized holes drilled in the shell, at different heights, covered over with black electrician’s tape. Standing back at a distance, the taped-up holes would pretty much fade into the smoked-black plastic of the camper shell, but up close, they were damn visible, and ugly. It seemed like a dumb thing to do to a nice truck, and he was about to say something about it, when Danny turned back to him.
He had a crumpled-up envelope in his hand and was counting some bills out of it.