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  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
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  24. 18
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  26. 20
  27. 21
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  30. 24
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  33. 27
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  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
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  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. PART THREE
  46. 39
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  48. 41
  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
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  55. 48
  56. 49
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  66. 59
  67. PART FOUR
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  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Zannick ran a finger over his scar. If he was bothered by the slight, he didn’t show it. “I understand you’re representing the woman who murdered my bank president.”

“That’s right,” Butch said. “And I understand that Butch Renfroe was also your corporate lawyer.”

“Man of many hats,” Zannick mimicked.

“I’d like to see Butch’s office at the bank and maybe take a tour of the place. Could be important in my case.”

Zannick frowned. “I’m sorry, Mr. Haynes. I’m afraid I can’t allow that. While we’ll be glad to cooperate with the sheriff’s office’s investigation, we won’t be cutting General Lewis’s lawyer any favors. You might say I’m not her biggest fan.” He stood from his chair. “Let me know if you change your mind about selling your property.”

Next to Zannick, Finn had risen from his seat as well, and for a few seconds, none of the men spoke.

Bo started to walk away but stopped after a few steps and peered back at them. “Mr. Zannick, where were you on the night Butch Renfroe was murdered?”

“Ahh, the criminal defense lawyer wants to know if I have an alibi.” He rubbed his hands together. “Just like Law and Order.”

“Where were you?” Bo asked again.

“I don’t have to answer your questions,” Zannick said, stepping around the table, “but I will in this case.” He took another step closer to Bo. Now that he was out in the open, Bo saw that Zannick was about five foot nine inches tall, couldn’t weigh much over 150 pounds, and was wearing jeans and Chuck Taylor Converse All Stars. “I was here at my club until around nine o’clock, and then I met a young lady for a drink at my house on Highway 31.”

“Who?”

“A woman named Cassie Dugan.”

Bo blinked his eyes. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“Oh, you have to know Cassie,” Zannick said. “Let me give you a hint.” He paused, clearly enjoying himself. “Kathy’s Tavern.”

Bo peered down at the floor for a half second, and then it clicked. Cassie Dugan was the longtime bartender at Kathy’s. Attractive, nice . . .

. . . and known and liked by almost everyone in town. Zannick couldn’t have a better alibi.

“Any other questions?” Zannick asked, his mouth curving into a wide grin.

As he sized up the man who had managed to buy up half of Pulaski in sixteen months, Bo could feel the hate begin to burn inside him again. “Not right now.”

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Michael Zannick remained standing as Bo left the Sundowners. Eventually, Finn approached and stood beside him.

“What do you make of him?” Finn asked.

“A fly in the ointment,” Zannick said. “He shouldn’t upset our plans.” He paused. “Still, best to watch him from here on out. I doubt he’s done poking around.”