Chapters (88)
“Don’t tell me what you know, and don’t tell me about my rights.” Bo walked slowly into the room. “My client deserves a fair trial, and your office’s leak has made that damn near impossible.” He glared at the sheriff and then gave the same look to his young chief deputy.
“I’d file a motion for change of venue, but my client reminded me that it wouldn’t do one damn bit of good in this state. Regardless of how you feel about abortion, the issue is a magnet for outrage. People . . . jurors who don’t believe in abortion will be prejudiced against her.”
“That’s why you have jury selection, isn’t it, Bo?” Hank asked, his tone defensive.
“That all you got?” He shot a glance at Frannie. “How about you, Chief? Do you understand the magnitude of this disclosure?”
Frannie bit her lip and met his eyes. “It was going to come out in the trial anyway.”
Bo scoffed. “That’s where you’re wrong, rookie. Everything you’ve leaked so far is rank hearsay. Unless you have a witness with knowledge of the abortion and Butch’s threat to reveal it, it doesn’t come into evidence. But now, every person in Giles County already knows about the abortion. This office poisoned the well.” He turned back to Hank. “What kind of ship are you running here, Hank? I thought things were corrupt when Ennis was sheriff.” He turned for the door.
“Mr. Haynes.” Frannie’s voice was firm. “I’m truly sorry for what happened. When I find out who the mole is, I’m going to personally see to it that he never works another day in this office.”
Bo smirked. “That’s good, Chief. I’m sure that’ll make my client happy.” He slammed the door before he had to listen to their response.
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When he reached the parking lot of the jail, Bo felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He was so pissed off that he answered without even looking at the number. “Bocephus Haynes.”
“We need to talk about what happened last night.” The Irish accent stopped him cold.
“How did you get this number?”
“That’s not important,” Finn said. “What is important is that Mr. Zannick would like to see you today. Actually, he’d like to see you right now.”
“I’m busy,” Bo snapped. “I’ve had an emergency arise in my new case.”
“I see. Well, if you don’t meet me and Mr. Zannick at the Sundowners Club off Highway 64 at twelve noon, you’re going to have another emergency.” He paused. “How would a trespass charge affect your child-custody situation?”