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
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“Marco stays, Danny. At least out there on the road, he’ll be clear of whatever happens here. But I can’t ask you to do this.”
“And you can’t order me not to, not now. I’ve trained for this. I know this.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” That’s why you really accompanied Amé out here yesterday. You wanted to size up our situation, make a plan. Chris motioned at the rifle he didn’t recognize. “Do I want to know where you got that?”
“No, probably not. I’m sorry, I wouldn’t tell you anyway.”
Chris stared out the kitchen windows, past the scrub, into the sunlight, where he’d been walking a few moments before. Last night he’d stared into the darkness out there and asked Amé if Fox Uno had changed them, and now, facing Danny in his BDUs, facing the decisions he’d made and what they were all about to do, he had his answer. “Okay, we do it your way,” he said.
Danny pointed at a bag at his feet. “I also brought our handheld radios and earpieces back from the department, and plenty of extra batteries. The range isn’t worth shit, so I didn’t even bother giving one to Marco, but up here at the house, we can use them.” Danny lifted the bag. “I’m going to go get set up, then we’ll test them. You may not have told these men where we are, but they’re going to figure it out soon enough.”
Chris looked through the windows again. “I figure they’re on their way now.”
Danny shrugged. “They’re probably already here. Somewhere close, watching, waiting.”
“¿Por qué?” Amé asked, the only thing she’d said during the whole conversation.
“They’re getting ready. Just like we are,” Danny said. And before Chris could say anything, one of Fox Uno’s phones started to ring.
FIFTY-NINE
Fox Uno did not know how many people he had killed with his own hands, or had ordered killed by the hands of others.
The ways he had conducted these killings were as numerous as the victims themselves: burnings and shootings and beheadings. He had once planned to take down a commercial plane with a suspected informant, like the ’89 Avianca bombing in Colombia, but the man he had hired to prepare the explosives blew himself up in a motel in Sabinas, killing four others, including two small children sleeping in the room next door.
Fox Uno had paid the families, trying to make things right. He had always tried to make things right . . . after.