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-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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When Garrison got there, Ford and a FAST EMT—an agent originally from Arkansas named Mike Connolly—were already working on her. Cherry was sitting upright, all in one piece, aiming a huge silver gun at an old Mexican who looked maybe like he’d tried to crawl away in the chaos, but hadn’t gotten very far. One of the other FAST agents was flipping him facedown, searching him, putting him in cuffs.
When the sheriff saw him, Garrison started shaking his head.
“Jesus, Sheriff Cherry, this is a hell of a mess you got yourself into.” Garrison bent down to gently take the silver gun out of Cherry’s hand and help him to his feet.
“I’m probably not the sheriff for much longer.” Cherry stood, slow and unsteady. His face was streaked with smoke and dirt and blood. He looked like he was just waking up, and maybe in some ways, he was.
“Well, since I green-lit this operation without the express approval of SAC Don Chesney, I’m not likely to be an agent much longer, either. We’re both going to be searching for new jobs.” Garrison stared down at the gun; it was silver and etched with skulls and other images he barely recognized, except for one: Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte. He had no idea why Cherry would have such a gun, and he handed it off to one of the FAST agents.
“Amé?” Cherry asked, sudden and loud, turning to where his deputy was still laid out on the ground.
“My guys have her, Chris. Let them do their job. Once she’s good to move, we’ll get her on the chopper. It’s going to be okay.” Garrison wasn’t sure about that, but it was the only thing to say.
“Your guys . . .” Chris echoed, still seemingly lost. “The badges. Jesus, I shot at them, Joe. I had to . . . They were coming for Amé, for me . . .”
“No, it’s okay, Chris,” Garrison said gently. “You didn’t shoot anyone with me. I promise.” He put a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “What about Melissa? The baby?”
Cherry shook his head, still trying to see how Deputy Reynosa was doing. Still trying to figure out what the hell had happened to all of them. “I sent them away. I need to call her, let her know . . .”
“I’ve got another group of agents driving to Murfee. I’ll have them get her, wherever she is, bring her to you. Wherever you want her to go, just tell me.” Garrison pointed at the Mexican in cuffs. “I take it that’s the infamous Fox Uno?”
Cherry rubbed his face. “Allegedly. Yes, that’s him.”