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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
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  27. 21
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  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
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  40. 34
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  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. PART THREE
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  67. PART FOUR
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  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

She smiled and nodded. “Sweet Cassie. I tried for years to convince her to be a dancer at the Sundowners. She could have tripled her income. But Cassie wasn’t having it. Her momma taught at the high school and would have been mortified if she learned that her baby was dancing the pole.” She paused. “I had hoped that Cassie might have found her meal ticket with Zannick, but based on my last conversation with her, he was teasing her.”

“Is that so?”

Darla nodded and glanced at her watch. “Anything else?”

Bo drank down the rest of his beer and sighed. Then he asked the questions he came to ask. “Darla, you lived in Pulaski for a long time and obviously had contact with a lot of people, good and bad, in your line of work back then. Can you think of anyone who might have had a grudge against Butch Renfroe?”

She looked up at the clear sky and frowned. “I really can’t. Butch was a softie. I never even saw him get in an argument with anyone.” She paused and lowered her eyes to the table. “But all of those guys would have things they wanted kept hidden.”

“What things and what guys?”

Darla continued to look down. “Butch, Horn . . . Grimes.”

Bo felt gooseflesh on the back of his neck. “What would they want to hide?”

She looked up at him with a blank poker face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Haynes, but I would rather not say. I gave that life up a long time ago and am doing good here in my new one. I don’t want to be implicated in anything that’s going to drag me back down.”

Bo thought about her answer for a half second and decided to plunge in. “Were you aware of a prostitution ring organized by Butch Renfroe, Lou Horn, and Terry Grimes that they operated out of the Sundowners?”

Darla’s face flushed red. For the first time, anger seemed to be seeping into her demeanor. “Aware?” She paused. “Yes.”

“Did you participate in it?”

“No comment,” she said, shooting off her chair. “This conversation is over.”

Bo also stood and reached out for her hand. “Darla, please. The General’s life is at stake here. If you know of anything that might be helpful—”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Haynes. I really am. But this world is a mean place, and I’ve learned that you’ve got to take care of number one.”

“But the General—”

“Fuck the General. I don’t owe her anything, and as I recall, I’ve already done you a big favor in your life. I’m not doing any more. Now let go of my hand.”