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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- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
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- FORTY-EIGHT
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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
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Danny moved over to the kitchen window, still talking so Chris wouldn’t have to. “Look, I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday. We’ve generally got good sight lines from the house windows, but we’ll be trapped in here if things go bad, and we have way too many blind spots. With only three of us, we can’t cover them all, not if we’re trying to keep an eye on Fox Uno, too. Plus, someone’s got to expose themselves when Gualterio’s men approach, unless you plan on inviting them in for a cup of coffee. I’m going to take up a position outside, out front. I’ll have a clear view up the main drive, and most of the west side of the house if they try to flank us. I’ll already be burrowed in before they arrive. Just like our cover and contact scenarios . . . you two are contact, I’m the cover.”
“Danny, you can’t sit out there all day,” Chris said.
“I’ll sit there long as I have to, just like you’re having Marco sit out there right now and play spotter in that old truck.” Danny’s voice was tight, angry. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Chris knew Danny didn’t like Marco’s involvement any more than he did. “Amé got the call early this morning. Too early. It was a surprise. I thought we had another twenty-four hours, at least. I wouldn’t give them our location, but they’re pressing. Told them we wouldn’t do this meet until after daybreak. I had to do something. When they do arrive, they’ll have to take that long approach up to the house. That’s the only way in or out. And you’re right, we will need as much heads-up as possible. That’s why Marco’s out here. He was also the only one who got a true look at the man in Earlys, if it comes to that.”
“You can still send him home, get him clear of all this. I’m here now.”
Chris knew he could . . . should. God knows, he didn’t want to hang any more memorial pictures outside his office. But he also knew it was better for all of them to have Marco sitting right where he was, just like it was better to have someone set up right outside the house, as Danny was now arguing for.
If Gualterio’s men did try to ambush them, they could find themselves trapped, pinned down, unable to shoot their way out. The walls would provide some cover, but not enough, not for long. Not if they had to hold out for a while, or if things went from bad to worse.
Duane Dupree’s home had burned down around him.