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
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- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- PART FOUR
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- SEVENTY
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- 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
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“Exactly. There are purges and reprisals going on all along the river now. Another bloodbath. Like Juárez, like 2009. You found five dead bodies yesterday, you may find ten tomorrow. Just another narcomanta, Chris. A message. A warning.” Garrison closed his eyes like he was tired, going to sleep. But he opened them again and kept going. “Everyone talks about the U.S. War on Drugs, but if there is a war, it’s right over our shoulders, right over the border, where the cartels are waging this never-ending battle against each other. Like those bodies that washed up yesterday, like those students from a week ago. Those are the real casualties.” Garrison paused and stood. He put his hands on the wooden porch rail, looking southward. “You told me one of those men you found looked young, right?”
“We don’t have the ages yet, but yes, one of them looked like a kid, no older than those students, I guess.”
“Both Nemesio and the Serrano Brothers have been using younger and younger drug mules for the last year or so because they know our federal legal system won’t prosecute minors. They just get kicked back across the border, ready to be used again. That’s the sort of people we’re dealing with. The sort who exploit kids on purpose, and kill them by mistake.”
“Okay, I get it. But what’s the real point? Why are you here now?”
Garrison sat down again, moved closer. “One of the highest-ranking members of Nemesio is a man we know only as Fox Uno.”
Chris hid a grim look behind his beer bottle. Took a long drink. “You know, I’ve heard the name.”