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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
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  30. 24
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  33. 27
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  35. 29
  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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  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
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  55. 48
  56. 49
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  65. 58
  66. 59
  67. PART FOUR
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  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

For several seconds, Bo thought through what the former sheriff had just disclosed. Then he peered hard at Ennis. “Why are you telling me this? Sounds like you owe Zannick and Finn.”

“I don’t owe them nothing. I delivered what they wanted, and they helped me get parole. We’re even as far as I’m concerned.”

Bo shook his head and started to turn the lobby lights back on.

“Stop,” Ennis said. “I don’t think anyone is watching you right this minute—I didn’t see either of the vehicles you mentioned when I walked in—but, if I’m wrong, I don’t want them to see me in here.”

Bo removed his finger from the light switch. “So answer me this, Ennis. Why are you here? You think you owe me something?”

“Yes, I do.”

Bo scoffed. “Well, I don’t want your help.” He approached and leaned in so close that they were almost nose to nose. “I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you. Now get the hell out of my office.”

Ennis nodded, but instead of walking toward the front door, he pushed past Bo and down the hall.

“Now where are you going?”

“You’ve got a back door to this place, don’t you?”

“Yeah. So what?” Bo asked, hustling behind his unwanted visitor. “If memory serves, you arrested me at the back door four years ago for the murder of Andy Walton.”

When Ennis reached the end of the hall, he stopped. It was even darker in this part of the building, and all Bo could make out was the other man’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, Bo. I really am. For what happened in the Walton trial. For being a part of the lynch mob that hanged Roosevelt. For everything. Is there any way you can forgive me?”

“No,” Bo said, his voice so cold that it gave him a shiver.

Ennis again nodded. “I don’t blame you.” He grabbed the door handle and then looked at Bo with a concerned gaze. “I was at the courthouse today, Bo. I saw how bad it was.”

“You? How—?”

“No one hardly recognizes me anymore with my hair cut short and without my mustache. I had a beard at the parole hearing, and now that’s gone too.” He paused. “Besides, I sat in the balcony.”

“So, you were there. So what?” Bo tried to make his voice sound bored, but it didn’t take. He had to admit that he was curious as to why the former lawman had shown up.

“It’s hard for me to believe that General Lewis would be capable of such a brutal killing.”

“Coming from a man who participated in the lynching of a black man in front of a five-year-old boy, that doesn’t mean a whole lot.”