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
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- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
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- FORTY-EIGHT
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- 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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“Eddy, my name is America Reynosa, and it’s been a tough couple of days for all of us. Your attorney, Santino Paez, thought it would be a good idea that you talk to us, before things get out of hand. Before they get worse.”
“Like I said, I don’t remember hitting that son of a bitch over there. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”
“This isn’t about that,” Deputy Reynosa said. “Not about hitting Deputy Ford. I wish that’s all it was. But it’s about the bodies, Eddy. The bodies.” She reached down somewhere beside her, out of his line of sight, and brought up a folder. She opened it and slid it across the table to him, avoiding the radio wrapped in plastic.
There were pictures there, a bunch of them.
Of bodies, floating in the river.
Oh fuck me . . .
And then Eddy remembered . . . all of it.
—
“I DIDN’T HAVE ANYTHING to do with that, nothing,” he said, putting his hands on the table to steady himself. There was dirt under his nails that looked like blood. He didn’t touch the pictures, though.
“But they were there, Eddy. Out back, on your property,” Deputy Ford said. He pointed at the photos. “Five of them. And we need an explanation, a reason. Right now, you’re the only one we’ve got.”
“Fuck that. Put me back in the clink for the drugs, or for hitting you. I’ll cop to all that and more. But that? No fucking way. I’m not a killer.”
“You almost killed me with a fucking skillet, Eddy.”
“That was completely different. I was high, out of my mind.”
Deputy Ford . . . Danny . . . took one of the pictures and turned it around to get a good look at it. Then he spun it back in Eddy’s direction. “Maybe you were high when you did this? Maybe you can only be high to do this. You know, like out of your mind.”
Eddy turned to his attorney, to Deputy Reynosa. Pleading. “I’m telling you, I know nothin’ about this. I saw it and it scared the shit out of me, too.”
Surprisingly it was Danny who nodded, softened first. “Okay, fair enough. I’m actually willing to buy that, Eddy. I saw you turn tail in the cane. I saw that look in your eyes when you ran up on me. You were surprised as anyone. Scared shitless, like you said. You weren’t faking that.”
“That’s right, thank you. Goddamn right I wasn’t. You see that, you know.” Eddy made a gesture at the pictures, trying to push them away.
Danny nodded again. “I do, Eddy. I don’t think you killed those men. Hell, one of them was barely that, just a kid. You didn’t kill them, but I do think you know them. Or did.”
Eddy opened his mouth, closed it again.