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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
  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
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  78. 70
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  80. 72
  81. 73
  82. 74
  83. 75
  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Will do,” Finn said, holding up his bandaged hand. “I owe him one too.”

“And you’ll get retribution. But for now, just track him.”

36

36

A little more than half a mile from the Sundowners Club, Bo pulled into the gated drive that led to Walton Farm. A gold-plated W was still emblazoned on the front of the black gate.

Bo would never sell this land to Michael Zannick. Not after what he’d done to Booker T. But Bo knew he needed to do something with it, and hopefully his cousin would figure out the best use of the property.

Bo took a deep breath and exhaled. In the last three days, he’d reopened his law office and had been retained to handle what would likely be the most important case in his career. If he was successful in his defense of the General, then he’d have the boost of all that positive publicity. His firm would be reborn, and more importantly, he would exonerate a woman he admired. Bo didn’t have a lot of friends in this world, but Helen Lewis was one of them.

But was victory even possible?

Bo put the car in gear, remembering the smug look on Michael Zannick’s face. I need some help, Bo thought. Lona Burks was doing a great job so far, but he needed someone to help him investigate Zannick and any other potential suspects.

Having been out of the game for five years, Bo couldn’t think of any private investigators from his heyday who hadn’t either retired or died. For a case of this magnitude, he would have loved to use his old friend, Rel Jennings, but Rel had been killed a year and a half ago.

“Damnit,” Bo said out loud as he turned back onto Highway 64. But then, just as he was about to reach the intersection with Highway 31, he remembered something. Pulling his wallet from his back pocket, he saw the card stuck between a wad of bills. He took it and noticed that the words had faded from being stuck in his billfold for a couple of days, but he could still make out the name and the number.

Bo turned onto Highway 31 and pulled over to the shoulder of the road. He dialed the number and tapped his fingers on the dash.

The man answered on the fourth ring. “Hooper.”

Bo smiled. “You said you’d tell me your first name if I hired you.”

37

37

Helen had done everything she could do to repress the memory of being raped.

It wasn’t human nature to punish yourself. As a police officer and prosecutor, she’d observed this phenomenon with children who’d been molested by loved ones and who, despite being the victims of such despicable and defenseless crimes, maintained relationships with their molesters. Some of these children were even loyal and loving toward the monsters who had taken their innocence.