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
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- PART THREE
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- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- PART FOUR
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
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- 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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“I know, but if it isn’t Eddy, it’s someone else. There’s always someone else, always another Eddy Rabbit,” Danny answered, echoing the same arguments Chris had made to both himself and Garrison. If he’d dealt with Eddy Rabbit earlier, those men in the river might not be dead, either. Chris always suspected what Eddy was up to—not everything, not every word—and could have made the case and locked him up two years ago. But Eddy had always been harmless, and Chris had wanted to believe he was doing better by him by leaving him alone.
Five dead men might think differently.
For the second time, Chris caught Danny looking over to Amé, as something passed between them they weren’t ready to share. They were having another conversation right now . . . an argument . . . that didn’t include him and didn’t have much to do with Eddy Rabbit, either.
“I told Amé that I was meeting with Joe Garrison last night. He said there are problems all along this part of the border right now, all linked to the attack on those students in Ojinaga. Our murders could be part of that. That doesn’t absolve Eddy, but . . .” That sure as hell doesn’t absolve me, either, Chris thought. He turned to Amé. “What do you think?”
“Sí, lo hago. There’s not much Eddy can do, or we can do.”
“It’d be nice if there was a homicide in this goddamn county we could actually solve,” Chris said, before immediately regretting it. It raised too many ghosts: not only the specter of Rodolfo Reynosa, but also Evelyn Ross, Sheriff Ross’s third wife. Chris had long suspected the sheriff had murdered her, but her body had never been found, and most people in Murfee still believed she’d simply run off, maybe with another man. Chris believed she’d been buried on some hunting property Ross had owned—El Dorado—although he’d gone up there several times to search alone and never found anything.
It was tough when you didn’t know exactly what to look for or have any idea what to do next. That was true now for Eddy Rabbit and the bodies in the river.
“What else did Garrison say?” Danny asked, followed by another of those looks at Amé.
“The usual cartel stuff, how they’re all fighting each other over there. He also had some pointed questions about Chuy and Johnnie Machado and their Tejas unit in Terrell.”
“Johnnie Macho is a piece of shit. He’s like Eddy Rabbit with a badge, and probably not half as competent.”
“Not according to Garrison. To hear him tell it, that Tejas unit is one of the most effective counter-drug task forces in the whole state. He wants to know why we aren’t participating. Hell, he wants me to sign you up for it.”
“Are you?” Danny asked.