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  Dustin Stevens

  Contents

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  The Subway

  Prologue

  Part I

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Part II

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Part III

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Part IV

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Part V

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Epilogue

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  The Debt

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Catastrophic

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Acknowledgments

  Sneak Peek

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  Dustin’s Books

  About the Author

  The Subway, Copyright © 2017

  The Debt, Copyright © 2016

  Dustin Stevens

  Cover Art and Design: Paramita Bhattacharjee, www.creativeparamita.com

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work, in whole or part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical, or other means, is illegal and forbidden, without the written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Characters, settings, names, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination and bear no resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, places or settings, and/or occurrences. Any incidences of resemblance are purely coincidental.

  Dustin’s Books

  Works Written by Dustin Stevens:

  Reed & Billie Novels:

  The Boat Man

  The Good Son

  The Kid

  The Partnership

  Justice

  ( Sydney Rye/Reed & Billie Crossover)

  The Scorekeeper

  Hawk Tate Novels:

  Cold Fire

  Cover Fire

  Fire and Ice

  Hellfire

  Home Fire

  Zoo Crew Novels:

  The Zoo Crew

  Dead Peasants

  Tracer

  The Glue Guy

  Moonblink


  The Shuffle

  (coming soon)

  Standalone Thrillers:

  Four

  Ohana

  Liberation Day

  Twelve

  21 Hours

  Catastrophic

  Scars and Stars

  Motive

  Going Viral

  The Debt

  One Last Day

  The Subway

  The Exchange

  Standalone Dramas:

  Just A Game

  Be My Eyes

  Quarterback

  Children’s Books w/ Maddie Stevens:

  Danny the Daydreamer…Goes to the Grammy’s

  Danny the Daydreamer…Visits the Old West

  Danny the Daydreamer…Goes to the Moon

  (Coming Soon)

  Works Written by T.R. Kohler:

  Standalone:

  Shoot to Wound

  Peeping Thoms

  The Ring

  My Mira Saga

  Spare Change

  Office Visit

  Fair Trade

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  The Subway

  Hide nothing, for time, which

  sees all and hears all, exposes all.

  -Sophocles

  It’s not the future you are afraid of.

  It’s the fear of the past repeating

  itself that haunts you.

  -T.M.W.

  Prologue

  The government will tell you just about anything when they’re trying to convince you to enter Witness Protection.

  Like your testimony is absolutely vital.

  Or that the country will be better off without whoever it is they want you to squeal on walking the streets.

  That you and those you care most about will be safe and protected, the program having never lost a single person under their care.

  Even more extensive is the list of things they don’t tell you.

  The infinite number of things that will never be the same, the sorts of decisions that are made for you in an instant, never to be reneged on.

  The inability to ever visit your old home. Eat a meal at your favorite restaurant. Even visit the gravesites of your parents.

  For six long years I trod through the program, checking in when I was required to, going through the motions of putting my life back together someplace new.

  Trying to avoid being angry about the fact that while the prosecutor got his conviction and skyrocketed to a new position, the program got another victory to add to their tally and another story to sell on the next poor schmuck, all I got was a life I never wanted and damned sure never asked for.

  A place with a name I despised and a morning ritual of staring into the mirror at a face I barely even recognized anymore.

  An existence that could be shattered by something as simple as a phone call, just thirty seconds needed to deliver a lightning bolt from the clear blue sky, changing everything that had taken more than a half-decade to put into place.

  Not until that very moment, standing in the kitchen of my apartment, naked save a pair of boxer shorts and a cross swinging free from my neck, bent forward with my hands pressed into the side of the sink, gasping to catch my breath, did the biggest omission the government made really come into stark relief for me.

  No matter how hard they tried, no matter what strictures they put into place, reassurances they tried to give me, nobody could hide forever.

  Because forever was a really long ass time.

  Part I

  Chapter One

  “Freddy!” Peg Bannister called, her voice rolling over the calm surface of Lake Edstrom. In the early morning light, a thin mist could just be seen rising above it, dawn no more than a few minutes past.

  Within an hour, the summer sun would have burned it all away, another descent into hellish temperatures on tap, but for the time being, everything was at peace.

  Precisely the reason she had rustled her black lab from his slumber, no matter how unhappy he had been about it.

  “Freeeeeeddy!” she called, extending the name several syllables in length, raising her voice as much as she dared.

  As one of just a few year-round residents on the waterfront, she wasn’t concerned with bothering her neighbors. All having been present for more than a decade, she saw them at least twice a month for a planned social and knew that, like her, they would be up early to avoid the oncoming heat.

  It was the scads of vacation rentals dotting the shorefront she more feared, the people they drew in from the cities cut from a much different cloth. Ignoring that this was a place where people actually lived and worked, they saw the lake as their own personal resort, expecting it to come with all the usual trappings.

  Like observed quiet hours in the morning.

  And unfettered access to be loud until the wee hours of the night.

  Just weeks into June, the combination of the unwanted visitors and the even less wanted heat had Peg in a sour mood, her mouth twisted up into a scowl as she pushed along the shoreline. Polished river stones made for uneven footing as she went, a hand to her brow, her eyes pinched tight as she surveyed the landscape.

  With each passing morning, Freddy had been a bit more vocal about his disdain for the early hour and the forced exercise. Taking off at a dead sprint, tearing away from her without a second glance the moment they were off the back porch, this morning was just his latest attempt at fully displaying that.

  An act she would have to be certain to show her equal distaste for later when it came to doling out treats.

  “Freddy!” she snapped a final time, one quick and agitated word, the echo of it across the water making her irritation clear.

  “Where the hell are you, you damn dog?” she muttered, shaking her head as she lowered her hand from her eyes. Shifting her gaze to the ground beneath her, she picked her way over a pile of charred wood, a few fresh beer cans scattered around it.

  One more reminder of the visitors that had descended on her home for another year.

  Feeling the distaste she felt for the entire situation rising like bile along the back of her throat, she shifted her attention to the right. Despite being able to see nothing but dense pine, she knew that just one hundred yards away was a two-story cabin, a structure her friend Tom Jansen had built ages before.

  Upon his untimely death two winters prior, his children hadn’t been able to sell it off fast enough, the place snapped up by a property management company bent on pawning it off to the highest bidder each weekend.

  Which, apparently, included those with no regard for the land or the environment they were now staying on.