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Page held his scowl. “General Lewis has been stripped of her duties, Bo, as you well know, being her attorney too.” He exhaled and looked first at Sack and then Lou. “Gentlemen, under the circumstances and based on the issues raised by the victim’s attorney, I do not feel I can approve the settlement you’ve reached. Also, until we can get some resolution on whether it is appropriate for General Glover to prosecute this case, I’m going to have no choice but to issue another continuance.” He stood from the bench. “This hearing is adjourned.”
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An hour later, at a table in the back of Kathy’s Tavern, Bo and Lona clinked glasses. Bo was drinking a cold Yuengling from a frosty mug, while Lona had a Diet Coke. After informing his assistant of Judge Page’s decision, she had insisted that they celebrate their victory.
“How can I ever repay you?” Lona asked. “Those turds were about to throw my baby’s case out the window.”
“I was glad to do it,” Bo said. “I just wish I could do more.”
“You can sue the prick.”
Bo drank another sip of beer. “Not yet. There’s a one-year statute of limitations, and we still have a few months before it expires. I don’t want to sue Zannick until the criminal charges are resolved.”
She nodded her agreement.
“But in the meantime, let’s get Mandy into the office so I can speak to her, and then I’ll work on getting something drafted. As soon as there is a conviction or, worst case, a dismissal under the terms set out today, we can file suit.”
Lona brought her glass up for another toast. “Sounds good.”
This time, Bo didn’t join in the toast.
“Is something wrong?” Lona asked.
“I was thinking that there is something you can do for me.”
“Anything,” she said.
“Good.” He drained the rest of his beer in one long gulp. “I need you to tell me everything you know about the prostitution ring that was run out of the Sundowners Club by Butch Renfroe, Lou Horn, and Terry Grimes.”
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On the second floor of the Yellow Deli, Michael Zannick stirred Splenda into his glass of unsweet tea. It had been a long time since Zannick had been angry. Up until this afternoon, almost everything about his sixteen months in Pulaski had gone exactly as he had planned it. But Bocephus Haynes had thrown a wrench into his plans when he showed up as Mandy Burks’s lawyer and blew up the settlement.
Zannick peered across the table at his phone. He’d already been forced to break the news to Ichiro Hoshima, the president and great-grandson of the founder of the Japanese auto manufacturer.