Next up was Doug Brinkley, owner of a local shooting range that Bo himself had used on occasion, who testified that the General had come to shoot on the night of the murder and that he’d opened the range after hours for her, as he had done on many occasions. When asked whether the General had a .44 Magnum revolver, Brinkley answered with a tight smile. “A Smith & Wesson .44. Like Dirty Harry, except with a snub-nose barrel.”

There were no laughs from the gallery. Having watched all of Clint Eastwood’s movies, Bo was familiar with the reference, but he kept his expression neutral. Never let them see you sweat, the Professor had always advised. Brinkley testified that he’d watched the General shoot on several occasions and that she was insanely accurate with the revolver.

“Did she shoot the .44 on the night of April 1, 2015?”

Brinkley cleared his throat and glanced with wide eyes over at the defense table. “Yes. I went back and looked at the targets she’d shot at the next morning, and it appeared that the only gun she fired was the .44.”

The next witness was Bonita Spencer, who testified to seeing a black Crown Victoria parked outside Butch Renfroe’s home sometime after 9:00 p.m. but before 10:00 and seeing General Lewis step out of the car and walk around the side of the house. Spencer testified that, about thirty minutes later, she looked out the window and the car was gone.

On cross-examination, Bo asked Ms. Spencer if she saw any other vehicles or people on the street near Mr. Renfroe’s home after 9:00 p.m.

“Well, I went to bed right after the news at 10:30. The only other thing I remember seeing is a Ford truck driving kind of slow by Butch’s house.”

“When would that have been?” Bo asked, feeling a tingle of hope in his chest.

“Maybe 10:15 or so? It was when I pulled the curtains to go to bed, so somewhere around 10:15 or 10:30.”

“Could you see the driver of the truck?”

“No. It had tinted windows.”

“What about the color of the vehicle?”

She took a long time with her answer, gazing up at the ceiling. “I’d say it was either blue or black. Probably black. It was a dark truck.”

“Is there anything else you remember about the vehicle?”

“Yes,” she said. “The back windshield had a Confederate flag emblem on it.”

“A Confederate flag?” Bo asked, envisioning the symbol in his mind. “You mean there was a blue X with a red background?”

She crinkled up her face. “I think so. I can see cars and people pretty good out my window, but that car decal was small. I’m not sure if the background was red. Seemed like it was darker, but there was an X and I thought it was the Confederate flag.”

“Anything else you remember about it?”