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Chapters (88)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
  5. PART ONE
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. PART TWO
  18. 12
  19. 13
  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. 22
  29. 23
  30. 24
  31. 25
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. PART THREE
  46. 39
  47. 40
  48. 41
  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
  53. 46
  54. 47
  55. 48
  56. 49
  57. 50
  58. 51
  59. 52
  60. 53
  61. 54
  62. 55
  63. 56
  64. 57
  65. 58
  66. 59
  67. PART FOUR
  68. 60
  69. 61
  70. 62
  71. 63
  72. 64
  73. 65
  74. 66
  75. 67
  76. 68
  77. 69
  78. 70
  79. 71
  80. 72
  81. 73
  82. 74
  83. 75
  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sack narrowed his gaze. “I have no choice. The evidence is clear that she executed the victim, badly beat either the man or the corpse—Melvin Ragland is still trying to come to a conclusion on that—and stole property from his house, including but not limited to his computer and his wallet.”

Bo grunted. “You really think Helen Lewis is capable of such a gruesome crime?”

Sack smiled, showing off bleached white teeth. “I don’t think, Bo. I know. The evidence is overwhelming and conclusive.” He paused. “You’ll see at the preliminary hearing. The best thing for the General, the town of Pulaski, and Giles County is for your client to plead guilty.”

“You got an offer?”

“Life without parole.”

Bo scoffed. “Get out of here, Sack. And don’t get too comfortable in my client’s seat. She’ll be back in it real soon.”

“You think so?” Sack asked, a huge grin plastered to his face. “Read the letter in that envelope.” He paused. “Then tell me what you think.”

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A few seconds later, Bo entered the office.

“Jesus, what happened to you?”

Bo ignored the question. “I ran into Sack Glover on the sidewalk.”

“What did that asshole want?”

“Wants us to plead the General to life without parole.”

“In his wildest wet dream.”

Bo couldn’t help but laugh.

“I hope you told him no,” Lona pressed.

“I didn’t tell him anything. I have a duty to report plea offers to clients, but I know the General will refuse that one.”

“If that’s his settlement offer, then he must be seeking the death penalty.”

Bo nodded. “He mentioned a blog entry on something called Cashmere’s Vine.”

“Casimir’s Vine. Like Count Casimir Pulaski.” Lona snatched a piece of paper off the desk and handed it to him. “Already printed it out for you.”

Bo took the page and only had to see the title before the nervousness he’d felt in his stomach was back with a vengeance. “Jesus H. Christ,” he whispered. Then he read out loud. “Victim Allegedly Murdered Because of Threats to Reveal General Lewis’s Abortion.” Bo looked up from the page at Lona.

“Is it true? Did the General have an abortion?”

Bo set the page down on the desk and squeezed his hands into fists. “How many people read this thing?”

Lona frowned. “The website says it has over twelve thousand followers.”

Almost half the county, Bo thought, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. All poisoned now . . . “This is not good.”

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“This is fantastic,” Sack said, pushing a copy of the blog entry across the desk.

Gloria Sanchez looked down at the paper but didn’t touch the page. She’d already read the article, and it had made her sick to her stomach. “How did this information get in the hands of the Vine?”