“Where to?” Gus asked.
Behind them, in the back seat, a forgotten cell phone buzzed. A text message from an unknown number:
She started the engine.
“The axe.”
Before anyone could move, a snowplow roared around the corner—driverless, headlights dark. It jumped the curb, heading straight for Molly.
His phone rang. A voice, digitally scrambled: “The acorn never falls far from the tree, Stavros. But you buried your son’s secret in Fargo. I found it.”
But when he saw Mr. Wrench get out of that truck, Lester felt the old itch. The basement. The hammer. The look in Malvo’s eyes— a fox in a henhouse .
Malvo tilted his head. “Did I? Or did I just get bored? See, Fargo—it’s a toilet. But a toilet can still drown you. I came back to flush.”