BooksBarbecue
Back Legacy of Lies Save as PDF
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
  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
  77. 69
  78. 70
  79. 71
  80. 72
  81. 73
  82. 74
  83. 75
  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ennis cleared his throat. “I guess not, but I want you to think about something. Remember Gloria Sanchez’s testimony at the end of the hearing. She said she heard Butch tell the General to dismiss the rape charges against Michael Zannick or he would reveal her secret, right?”

Bo shrugged. “Yes.”

“So Butch Renfroe, a corporate attorney and president of a bank, was resorting to blackmailing his ex-wife with—if it was an abortion—the most personal and explosive of secrets. All for what?”

Bo blinked. “To get Zannick off.”

“Exactly,” Ennis said. “Butch knew with the trial about to start that he was running out of time.”

“And he pulled out all the stops,” Bo added, gazing down at the floor and then back at the former lawman.

Ennis winked and started to turn the knob. Then he stopped and cracked the blinds, peeking outside.

“See anyone?”

Ennis shook his head but continued to gaze out the window. “One last thing, Bo. Finn Pusser almost killed you the other night at your cousin’s farm. Whether he’s keeping his distance now or not, I’m not sure I’d want him following me if I were you.”

Bo felt a cold chill run down his arm. “How do you know about that?”

“A little birdie told me.”

“Did that bird own a shotgun?”

Ennis turned and smiled at Bo. “Maybe.”

Then he grabbed the doorknob and left the office.

42

42

At 8:00 a.m. the next morning, Bo trudged into the consultation room with bloodshot eyes.

“You look like hell,” Helen said. “Anything the matter?”

“Didn’t sleep much.” He held out his palms. “Well?”

Helen leaned forward and placed her elbows on the desk. She made a tent with her hands and peered at her attorney. “I went to Butch’s house that night.”

Bo smirked. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I didn’t steal anything from his house.”

Bo cocked his head at her. “Again, this is old news.”

“The prosecution’s story doesn’t fit, because I didn’t take anything.” She paused. “I also didn’t dispose of my revolver.”

Bo felt his whole body tense as he took the seat across from his client. “You admit to being in Butch’s house with a .44 Magnum revolver?”

She nodded.

“But I didn’t take it with me when I left.”

“Why?”

“Because Butch took it away from me. We fought. I wanted to shoot him, but I couldn’t do it. I hit him several times with the gun, but he finally wrestled it away from me.”

Bo’s eyes widened and, for the first time since he’d agreed to take the case, he felt the winds of hope in the air. That fits, he thought. All of the prosecution’s evidence would fit that story . . . as long as someone else came along and finished Butch off.

“Thank you, General,” Bo said.