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
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- PART THREE
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- FIFTY-FIVE
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- 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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That was possible, too, and that was the real fear Garrison still couldn’t quite let go of even three years later, long after the corrupt Stanford Ross had been gunned down in Murfee in his own living room. Fear that the corruption hadn’t died with the former sheriff or his deputy, Dupree. That it was still running through the county down there like poisoned blood, soaked into the very soil of the place. Buried way down deep. Bone deep. Too deep for the young, inexperienced Sheriff Cherry to see, or something he was unwilling to look for.
That’s why he and Chris Cherry could never quite be friends.
Chesney glanced at his watch again, and Garrison’s audience was over. Chuy and Johnnie Machado and the Tejas unit were Chesney’s problems now, if they were problems at all. And although the same should be true for Murfee and the Big Bend, Garrison didn’t know how to escape that place. The shadow of everything that had happened there still hung over him. It chased him in his dreams, a horrible creature of black ash and bloody flame. Darin and Morgan had been set on fire, and although Darin was already dead by then, Morgan had burned alive for ten minutes on the banks of the Rio Grande. She’d tried to crawl into the water to put out her own flames.
“I’ll review our Ojinaga intel today, and have something on your desk by Wednesday. I’ll sit in on some of the informant debriefings myself.”
“Your Spanish is that good?”
Garrison nodded. “I’ve lived here on the border a long time. It’s gotten better.”
But that’s all he would commit to. He didn’t want to admit that although he knew the region, the language, and the people as well as anyone working in the division, he still didn’t know a damn thing at all.
“Joe, there’s one more thing. I got a call from international ops. They want to send FAST out this way this month. Just one team. They’re looking to do some environment training. HELO insertions, land nav, that sort of thing. They want it to be as close to the real thing as possible, and I guess that means our little corner of Texas.”