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-ONE
- 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
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Eddy pulled his head up, it was like lifting a mountain. His sweat left a stain, and he wiped it away and then pointed at the radio in the bag. The evidence bag, he now saw clearly. It had red stickers on it and was sealed up tight. “You took that out of my kitchen. It’s the one in the pictures.”
But Deputy Reynosa shook her head, while it was Danny’s turn to sit back. “No, Eddy, that’s the problem.” She picked up the bagged radio and handed it to Eddy. Just like the photos, he didn’t want to touch it, but this time, he did. It was heavy, too heavy, like his head, and there was some water staining the plastic, trapped inside. Maybe a mouthful. He was so thirsty he wanted to cut that bag open and take a good long drink. “That radio in your hands was taken from the river mud beneath the bodies we found. Just under the surface of the water. We think one of the men was carrying it. It’s not the one from your kitchen, but it’s the same. Identical.”
“Now you see the problem, Eddy. Your problem,” Danny said, softly. “What we’ve been trying to tell you here.” There was no anger there anymore, only disappointment. “Now I’m going to get you a Coke or a coffee or a glass of water. Hell, I’ll even get you a beer, because I think I’m going to need one, too. Whatever you want, because we’re going to start this all over again. We got all day.”
Paez’s hand left his arm, and although there were three other people in the room, Eddy was alone.
“And tomorrow’s a motherfucker,” Eddy said, catching Danny’s eye. Like when they’d shared that laugh outside his trailer, when Eddy had still been a free man.
“Yeah, it is, and for you, tomorrow’s too fucking late.”
Eddy Lee Rabbit put the radio back on the table and closed his eyes.
If he could sleep now, just lay his head down again for a few minutes, maybe he could think through this thing.
But instead, he opened his eyes and nodded yes.