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
- FORTY
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- FORTY-TWO
- 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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Right now, Eddy was having one of those moments of clarity. There was something going on between those two deputies, some electric current running between them that had nothing to do with Eddy Lee Rabbit. They were both going through the motions, but they weren’t happy about it, and they weren’t focused on the situation at hand.
They weren’t focused on him.
Maybe they were fuck buddies and had had a big fight, like he and Charity did all the time. Something like that.
Whatever it was, they had things on their mind that didn’t involve totally hammering the shit out of Eddy, and that was totally fine with him.
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“YOU TRIED TO OPEN my skull with a goddamn skillet, Eddy,” the one deputy said. Donnie? Danny? Eddy wasn’t sure. “You’re dealing with assault on a law enforcement officer, no matter what else. You got that? With your record, you’re fucked.”
Eddy’s attorney, Paez, waved that off with the pen he’d been doodling with. “Eddy, despite Deputy Ford’s assertion, that’s not actually a legal opinion.” He pointed his pen at the angry deputy. “And besides, my client hasn’t admitted to this alleged assault. Right now, it’s your word against Mr. Rabbit’s . . .”
“Santino . . . please, please, don’t pull that shit with me . . .”
Before Donnie-Danny could get any further, the female deputy stepped in. “This isn’t going to get us anywhere, Danny. Santino has agreed to let Eddy talk to us, and he doesn’t have to do that. Let’s hear what Eddy has to say.” Something passed between Paez and the female deputy that Eddy couldn’t put his finger on, but it was clear they had history and knew each other outside this moment. In fact, it was like everyone in the room knew each other but fucking Eddy. He’d woken up in the middle of a conversation that everyone was having about him that he hadn’t been invited to join.
Still, Eddy wanted to say his piece. He wanted them to know he was sitting right here and not going quietly. “Yeah, I don’t remember any of that shit. Except for you trying to rip my fucking head off. Cheap shot, motherfucker.”
Danny started to stand and say something, maybe even do something, but was stopped by another look from the other deputy. Goddamn, she was a looker. Dark hair, dark eyes. Cheeks high and sharp. But both deputies looked tired. Hell, they looked the way he felt. The female deputy turned to Eddy, and although he thought . . . hoped . . . she was going to smile at him, let him know she was the reasonable one and things were okay between them, she didn’t. Not at all.
For the first time, Eddy was truly scared.