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
- 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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Holding her, he told her she was safe.
She tried to say something back, but he kept her quiet with another kiss. She’d been wearing her vest, the way the sheriff had always taught them, but there was still blood. So much blood. It was possible the round had worked its way past it or underneath it.
As the agent tossed her shirt away, checking her vitals and prepping her to move, something fell to the ground. It had been tucked inside her vest, and Danny grabbed for it, holding it up close.
It was a nearly empty pack of cigarettes. The only thing inside was a tightly folded piece of paper, a single page from a confidential report about Fox Uno. Danny had no idea where she’d gotten it, but there was a cell number handwritten across the top of it. He didn’t know the number, either, but could hazard a guess who it belonged to.
He let the page slip through his fingers, let the helicopter’s spinning rotors take it far, far away.
Amé squeezed his hand and whispered, “Lo siento mucho . . . lo siento mucho . . .” I’m so sorry.
And that he understood.
“It’s all over,” he said.
They were ready to transport her, but Danny didn’t want to let her go.
Holding her, he didn’t know how.
EIGHTY-FOUR
CHAYO & NEVA
They followed the rising smoke, and then, as it got darker, they followed the flashing lights.
Neva next saw the helicóptero turning in a circle before it dropped low below her sight.
Something was going on out there. And although Neva knew Chayo would want to keep moving, to go around it, she also knew he was hurt and needed help.
El sol was settling behind them, so they still had its rays at their backs. But ahead of them, where they’d both seen the helicóptero, it was night. There was still a faint glow over there, a white, smoky smudge against the black to guide them, and Neva aimed them toward it, and Chayo didn’t try to stop her or pull her back. She held on to him, dragging him with her, as they stumbled over the scrub. Maybe they’d be caught and sent back to México, but she wouldn’t let him bleed to death in Los Estados Unidos. Not for her, not after all he’d done to save her, to save them both.
She was so focused on where they were going, she didn’t realize they had walked right up on another hombre until he spoke to her.
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HE WAS HURT, TOO. At least as bad Chayo and maybe worse.