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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
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  62. 55
  63. 56
  64. 57
  65. 58
  66. 59
  67. PART FOUR
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  70. 62
  71. 63
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  73. 65
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  75. 67
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  83. 75
  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Bo did as she asked and watched her stride toward the door leading inside. Before reaching it, she wheeled around to face him. “If you want to know the ins and outs of that ring, the person you’d be wise to talk with is your new assistant.”

Bo opened his mouth and then closed it.

“Don’t come back, Mr. Haynes,” Darla said. “Ever.”

As he turned his eyes back to the Harbor Walk, where his children and dog were still milling about, he felt frustrated and confused.

But not deterred. If anything, he was invigorated.

And whatever the secrets were that Butch Renfroe, Lou Horn, and Terry Grimes had in their closets . . .

. . . they might be worth killing to keep hidden.

45

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On Thursday, May 28, 2015, at 3:55 p.m., Bo walked through the double doors of the circuit courtroom in the Giles County Courthouse. He felt a combination of butterflies in his stomach and adrenaline as he approached the bench, where Judge Harold Page was already flipping through some documents. Below His Honor, Lou Horn and Michael Zannick huddled together at the defense table, while Sack Glover was sitting on the prosecution side with his legs crossed and jotting some notes down on a yellow pad.

When the doors jarred closed, all the men turned to look at Bo. As a six-foot four-inch man practicing law in a predominantly white county where he was the only black trial attorney, Bo was used to other lawyers staring at him when he entered a courtroom, but those looks were normally more of curiosity. The predominant vibe he felt emanating in this room was irritation.

“What are you doing here?” Sack asked as Bo made his way toward the front.

While he approached them, Bo noticed that the gallery, which had been full for Helen Lewis’s preliminary hearing, was empty and that there were no other attorneys in the courtroom.

Bo ignored the prosecutor and focused on the judge. “Your Honor, I understood that there was a settlement docket this afternoon.” He glanced to his left and right. “I’m here for the Michael Zannick matter. Are there not any other cases set?”

Page grunted. “I called the other cases this morning. I don’t remember your name being listed as an additional attorney for Mr. Zannick.”

“I represent the victim, Your Honor. Ms. Amanda Burks.”

Page raised his eyebrows and moved his gaze to Sack Glover. Bo did the same. Sack’s face had turned as red as his hair. “Judge, we’ve reached a settlement of this case,” Sack said, slamming his pen on the pad and standing up. “We’ve been trying to communicate with Ms. Burks, but she hasn’t been responding to calls. I—”

“That’s a lie, Sack, and you know it.”

“Don’t come in here and make accusations you can’t back up. Who do you think you are?”