Authors: Greg Iles

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“That’s right. Just like Dad and Viola. We’re tribes, just like we were ten thousand years ago.”

She shakes her head as though to negate reality. “Nothing’s changed?”

“Sure it has. In the law. In people’s hearts? Maybe. In the blood …? No.”

Caitlin gets to her feet and staggers away, obviously distraught.

I get up and follow. After leaving her in peace for a few yards, I come alongside her.

“Did you see Henry?” she asks, her voice slightly hysterical. “He was like a monk immolating himself in the street. He did that to save me.”

“He did. And to stop Brody. He did it for everyone he couldn’t save before tonight.”

She shakes her head with violent intensity. “I feel
sick
. I don’t know how to process that.”

“That’s who Henry was. He probably would have been useless in a combat platoon, until someone threw a hand grenade into a foxhole. Henry was the guy who’d jump on a grenade to save his buddies.”

Caitlin stops and turns back toward the lake house. Flames have reached the first floor, and smoke is gathering under the eaves. “What happened tonight? What am I supposed to write tomorrow? Everybody’s
dead
. I mean … what was the point?”

For a long moment I remain silent. “I don’t know, but I think maybe I finally understand why my father couldn’t tell me about the war.”

Caitlin gingerly touches the puckered burn on her face. “I wanted this story so bad. Now I’m
in
it. We
are
the story. And I have no idea what to say about it.”

“The things Brody and the Knoxes did … that pain echoes through a lot of years. Generations. That’s what kept Henry going, and what brought Sleepy Johnston back here. This is the end of Brody’s thread, that’s all. Albert’s and Pooky’s, too. It’s justice of a kind, I guess.”

“No one will understand this. I don’t, and I was here.”

“Because it’s not over. Forrest and the Double Eagles are still out there. And Henry’s work is truly yours now. Just write the story up to this point. That’s all you can do. The meaning comes later, if at all.”

The sound of sirens grows to a wail, and a convoy of spinning red lights comes flying up the lake road.

“How much do we tell?” she asks. “To the police, I mean.”

Brody Royal’s last accusation against my father echoes in my mind. “Is it worth lying at this point?”

She turns to me, her survivor’s will burning through the shock and exhaustion in her eyes. “I hate to say it, but we may have to. We’d better decide fast.”

Dreading contact with the larger world, we walk back to wait beside the body of Sleepy Johnston. A low thump makes the ground shudder, and then a tower of flame rises from the burning lake house.

“The flamethrower?” Caitlin asks.

“Probably.”

As the orange and blue geyser rises into the night sky, I realize I’m witnessing the cremation of a man who three days ago meant little more to me than a byline under a newspaper article. But without him, Caitlin and I would now be charred flesh and ligaments over scorched bone. In this moment, it comes to me that my father is somewhere out in this same darkness, lost in a maze of his own making. Yet he’s never seemed farther from me in my life. The question of who really killed Viola Turner seems like some mystery from another age, like the death of Amelia Earhart.

What happened tonight?
Caitlin asked me.

For my part, only this: to save my father, I tried to make a deal with the devil, and I almost lost everything because of it. My father is going to have to save himself.

And the rest of it? What was the point? For most of his life, Henry Sexton fought to gain justice for nameless victims and for families who had no voice. Did he accomplish that? Will anyone care? I don’t know. But Henry did something that police detectives, FBI agents, and attorneys with a lot more training and resources than he possessed had failed to do for forty years.

Henry got his man.

AFTERWORD

WHILE THIS NOVEL
is entirely fictional, many of the background cases were inspired by unsolved race murders that occurred in Concordia Parish, Louisiana, and southwest Mississippi during the 1960s. To date, only one conviction has resulted from these horrific crimes. Stanley Nelson of the
Concordia
Sentinel
has been working to solve those cases for many years, and he’s made remarkable progress. This is an often thankless job that angers many, but with limited resources Stanley has persisted in the face of both apathy and obstruction. In some cases he has solved murders, but the killers were already dead. In others, the outcome has yet to be decided.

Despite the FBI’s cold cases initiative, which began in 2007, the behavior of the FBI and the Justice Department regarding these cases is puzzling and sometimes inexplicable. Where official progress has been made, it has been due to the commitment of dedicated family members, reporters, and individual prosecutors or U.S. attorneys, rather than the sustained efforts of the FBI and the Justice Department. Today’s FBI agents are as dedicated as those of the 1960s, but they have been given neither the time nor the resources required to mount an effort comparable to that of their fellow agents from the earlier era.

The solutions to my fictional cases are different from what I believe happened in the actual cases that inspired them, but the emotional realities are true. In creating the characters of some of my fictional victims, I used theories and rumors that circulated during the early phases of the investigations. Many of those I no longer believe to be founded in reality. The primary example is Frank Morris, the shoe repairman, who I believe was guilty of nothing more than serving both white and black patrons and refusing to mend a corrupt white deputy’s boots for free. Morris was a fine man, and not involved in bootlegging or prostitution, as was suggested by rumor and by evidence likely planted at the site of his burned-out shop. The same holds true for the terrible plane crash at Concordia Airport in 1970. That was almost surely an accident, though had justice been done in an earlier murder case, one pilot would have been incarcerated, and the subsequent collision could not have happened. Life is often more prosaic (and tragic) than the stuff of good fiction.

If you would like to learn more about the actual crimes that form the backdrop of
Natchez Burning,
please visit the Web page of the
Concordia
Sentinel
and read Stanley Nelson’s articles. You will also find a link on my website. Stanley expects to have his own book published soon, so watch for that as well.

I cannot possibly thank everyone who assisted me with this novel. However, I must include the following:

Dr. Jerry Iles, gone but never forgotten.

Betty Iles, for everything.

Uncle Joe Iles, for standing in for his big brother when it mattered most.

Madeline Iles, Mark Iles, Geoff Iles, and Colin Kemp.

Caroline Hungerford, for too many reasons to count.

Dan Conaway and Simon Lipskar, for vision.

David Highfill, Liate Stehlik, and the whole team at William Morrow/HarperCollins, for putting their full faith into this epic endeavor.

Courtney Aldridge and Rod Givens, M.D.: wise friends; Jim Easterling and James Schuchs, southern philosophers; Billy Ray Farmer, who’s got the instincts.

Stanley Nelson, the journalist/detective; Rusty Fortenberry, for great stories about law in Mississippi; Mimi Miller, the memory of Natchez (and still young!).

Ed Stackler, for riding shotgun ever since I put Rudolf Hess back into the cockpit of his Messerschmitt.

Jerry Mitchell of the
Clarion-Ledger;
John M. Barry, author of
Rising Tide;
Kevin Cooper and Ben Hillyer of the
Natchez Democrat.

Tony Byrne; Charles Evers; Sheriff Chuck Mayfield; Darryl Grennell; D. P. Lyle, M.D.; Nancy Hungerford; Kevin Colbert; Keith Benoist; John White, M.D.; Brent Bourland; Mark Brockway; Mark Coffey; Grayson Lewis; and Brooke Moore.

Judge George Ward (John, Win, Stan, and Ann, too!).

Jane Hargrove, who worked faithfully beside me through many novels.

Bruce Kuehnle and Alan J. Kaufman, lawyers who helped when it counted.

My deepest thanks to all the doctors, nurses, and paramedics (and chopper crew) who helped to save my life: those at the University of Mississippi Medical Center, Natchez Regional Medical Center, Methodist Rehab, and Prime Care Nursing. I particularly want to thank: Dr. Matt Graves (ortho trauma guru); Dr. Peter Arnold (plastic surgeon/fighter pilot); Dr. Fred Rushton (thanks for patching my aorta, yo!); Dr. Gregory Timberlake and Dr. Wesley Vanderlan (critical care); Dr. Joe Files; and Kim Hoover, dean of nursing, UMMC. I also want to thank Richard Boleware, Rick Psonak, and Blake Carr at UMMC Orthotics and Prosthetics. Special thanks to Claudia, Felecia, and Renee, my supernurses. Thanks also to Karl Edwards of Natchez, for many great conversations during rehab.

Finally, thanks to the Rock Bottom Remainders, for forcing me to have fun regardless of what life throws at us.

As usual, all mistakes are mine.

BOOKS BY GREG ILES

THE PENN CAGE SERIES

Natchez Burning

The Devil’s Punchbowl

Turning Angel

The Quiet Game

OTHER WORKS

Third Degree

True Evil

Blood Memory

Dark Matter (
US TITLE:
The Footprints of God)

Sleep No More

Dead Sleep

24 Hours

Mortal Fear

Black Cross

Spandau Phoenix

Copyright

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Published by HarperCollins
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2014

Greg Iles asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

Cover layout design © HarperCollins
Publishers
2014

Cover photographs © Tom Kidd/Alamy (burning cross);

JG Martin/Getty Images (trees); AVTG/Getty Images (sky)

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Source ISBN: 9780007304868

Version: 2014-01-30

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