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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Chris swapped in the radio earpiece on the handheld hooked to his jeans, and then pulled Fox Uno toward him, ordering him in Spanish to open the front door.
He radioed Danny and told him they were coming out.
Danny’s voice came back again, now loud in Chris’s ear. “He’s got something in his hands, Sheriff . . .”
Fox Uno opened the door.
SIXTY-SEVEN
They’d been walking for an hour, following what remained of the fence line, when Eddy finally picked out the house.
And the sheriff’s truck . . . and Danny Ford’s Bronco.
Johnnie then had them all fan out and settle in and watch for a bit.
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IT HAD BEEN JOHNNIE’S IDEA to abandon their vehicles out by the 19 and hike the rest of the way toward the house, coming at it overland from the southwest, clear and away from the access road that led back to it. Eddy had toyed with the idea of trying to turn them around and getting them lost, maybe walking their asses right into Mexico, but he hadn’t been sure he could find the sheriff’s house even legitimately trying, so he’d let that plan go.
Now here he was staring at it—a nice little place with green trim and a big front porch—with Johnnie breathing hard next to him.
Johnnie hadn’t left his side all afternoon, which had considerably narrowed Eddy’s already shitty options. Although Johnnie had destroyed Eddy’s personal phone back at the trailer, he’d somehow forgotten about the Apache phone—the one he’d given Eddy during their first meeting—and Eddy had succeeded in slipping that down his jeans before they left the trailer, just like he’d been able to grab Danny’s phone number off the egg carton, too, after the deputy had visited him this morning. But so far, he hadn’t been able to get free enough to do anything with either of them. And even if he did, Danny wouldn’t recognize the unfamiliar number and might not answer the call.
Not if he was tied up with whatever was going on inside that house.
Danny was only a hundred yards away—there in that pretty house, probably with the sheriff and the old man Johnnie had come to kill.
Eddy remembered that the sheriff had recently had a kid with that hot girlfriend of his from Earlys. Would Johnnie and the rest of those fuckers shoot a woman and a kid?
Yes, yes, they fucking would.