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
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- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- PART FOUR
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
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- 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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As close to the real thing as possible. That meant Afghanistan. DEA’s FAST program—foreign-deployed advisory and support teams—had been stood up to run counternarcotics and counterterrorism operations in the Afghanistan theater. It comprised a handful of elite squads—handpicked agents from all over the agency—that trained with Special Forces and rotated through the region and its war-torn provinces. FAST liked to say they used overwhelming firepower in an open-ended legal framework, and with the slow wind-down of U.S. operations over there, the teams were now being deployed in other countries as well. Some questioned the FAST mission statement, not convinced the risk was worth the reward, but Garrison couldn’t deny the skill set of the agents involved. Agents who’d worked for him had been chosen for FAST, and they were always some of his best investigators.
They were the lions.
It wasn’t lost on him that when they came looking for a place to approximate a blighted war zone, they came to the West Texas border.
“There are some very specific requirements. It needs to be remote, somewhere people won’t get all up in arms over guys in helicopters with guns. They’re going to be working with explosives ordnance as well. I’ll forward the specifics they sent me. I want you to handle that, okay?”
“No problem. It’s done.”
Chesney turned to leave. “You already have a place in mind that’ll work?”
Garrison nodded. “Yeah, I think I have just the place.”
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AFTER CHESNEY LEFT, Garrison walked back through the building to his old office to get the last few things. A new group supervisor was taking over his place, some kid who was transferring in from Kentucky or Alabama or Georgia. Somewhere green. He wondered what that kid would think when he stared out at Ciudad Juárez for the first time through his window.