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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- THIRTY-THREE
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- THIRTY-SIX
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- PART THREE
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- 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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“A brother worrying about his sister? That’s not suspicious. At all. And it’s certainly not a goddamn crime.” Chris took a deep breath. Amé had confided in him all about her brother and her family, and Garrison’s suspicions were right—Fox Uno was America and Rudy’s uncle. She’d even told him about a boy named Máximo from Ojinaga, a Nemesio sicario, who she’d arranged would kill Dupree—the man who murdered her brother and buried him in a field; the predator, monster, who sexually terrorized her for more than a year after that.
Fox Uno had sent Máximo to save his niece and avenge his nephew.
So Chris knew all about her history, a hell of a lot more than Garrison ever would. He also knew Amé and believed in her as much as Garrison believed in his agents.
“This is different this time, Chris, it really is. I wanted to warn you. In the wake of that attack, we’ve moved assets and priorities. The Mexican government is granting us some access we didn’t have before. Remember I mentioned purges, reprisals? Men who’ve worked for Nemesio for years, men we consider high-value targets, are suddenly clamoring to get over that border to the U.S. to buy themselves a few more days of breathing. They’d rather take their chances with us, with the same American justice system they fucking despise, than stay on the ground in Mexico. They’re trying to trade what they know for their safety and that of their families, just like Rudy Ray. And we’re going to listen . . . to whatever they have to say.”
“And now you’re afraid you’re going to hear something about Amé.” Chris laughed, the final piece slipping into place. “Not just her, though. It all ties together, right? My reluctance to track down drug smugglers, the fact that my ‘numbers’ are lower than Chuy Machado’s, whatever the hell that means. Fox Uno’s long connection with the Big Bend. You always talk about how this is ‘my area,’ but you don’t mean that at all, and never have. He owns it all, and maybe that means he owns me, too. Like Fox Uno, I just picked up the pieces from Sheriff Ross. Started all over again.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Damn it, you didn’t have to.” Chris stood. “You drove a long way to insult me to my face. I hope you enjoyed dinner, because I think we’re done here.”