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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- PART THREE
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- 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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Danny picked up where she left off. “Eddy can give us shitty descriptions of the cars and trucks all day long, even the men driving them or wading across the river, but none of that gets us very far. Best we can do is keep the radios we recovered charged up and turned on, just in case someone does reach out for him. Or we try to force a face-to-face with Apache . . . I had Eddy walk me through every number in his cell phone, and I’ll follow up with a subpoena on all of them, but I’m not holding my breath. I figure Eddy’s got to have another phone or radio hidden away somewhere, but he swears he doesn’t.”
“Check with Charity. Get ahold of her phone, too,” Chris said, thinking out loud. “Maybe she was the real connect with Apache. Probably not, but worth a look.” Chris looked between his two deputies. “Where does that leave us?”
“It leaves us charging Eddy with the assault on me, or pulling together a decent historical case on all the dope he’s admitted to helping cross over. A dry conspiracy, but with his priors, still enough to put him away forever, if that’s what we want.”
“But I get the feeling we don’t want to do that?” Chris asked, uncertain. “I just had a difficult meeting with D.A. Moody, all but strong-arming him into charging Eddy with those bodies . . . if we could make the case.”
Amé and Danny looked at each other, but it was Danny who spoke first. “We had to pull it out of him, but in the end, Eddy didn’t lawyer up. He told us most of what he knows, and he did it without any sort of immunity agreement. What’s more, I actually believe him. Not everything, not every word of it, but I saw him run out of that cane. He was scared shitless. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a grade-A fuck-up, and if his girlfriend wants to press charges on the beating he gave her, he deserves to sit his ass in jail for that alone. But the rest of it? I’m not ready to put that on him.” Danny shrugged, let it drop.
“But those men aren’t dead if Eddy Rabbit isn’t involved. It’s his trailer, Danny. He was part of the scheme. Legally, that is the conspiracy,” Chris pressed.