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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
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  20. 14
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  43. 37
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  45. PART THREE
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  67. PART FOUR
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  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

She stood and leaned toward him, grabbing him tight by the forearm. “If you need me to testify to what I did with Terry, I’ll do it. The General saved my life.”

Bo shook his head. “I can’t let you do that, Lona. You have a daughter to think about.”

“And you have a case to try and win. If I’m your best evidence of the ring, you have to call me.” She paused and squinted at him. “Unless you think that my testimony is not credible because, in addition to being a coke and meth addict and a stripper with a criminal record, I was also a road whore.”

Bo didn’t say anything.

“That’s it, isn’t it? My testimony is worthless because I’m worthless.”

“That’s not true.”

Lona turned and walked toward the exit.

“Lona, wait.” As Bo began to follow after her, he observed two men rise from a table in the corner.

Bo ran to catch up with her and grabbed her by the hand. In his peripheral vision, he saw the men approaching and then passing them. One had on a plaid flannel shirt, and the other a camouflage T-shirt and matching pants. They looked like two good old boys who had gone hunting and were drinking a few beers afterward.

But Bo knew better. One of the men drove a burgundy pickup truck and the other a gray sedan. He’d seen them parked outside his office. At the courthouse. Even down from Davis & Eslick Grocery when he’d dropped in for some milk. He’d last seen them on Saturday evening when he was coming out of the Hickory House after meeting Booker T. for a steak.

“Please let me go, Bo. I’m sorry. I know you’re probably right, but I—”

“I need you to sit at the bar for a second,” Bo said, noticing that the two men were now walking out the front door. Bo had never seen them together, and his instincts were on high alert. He’d thwarted the settlement of the rape charge against Michael Zannick a couple of hours earlier, and he sensed that tonight’s assignment for the two followers was more involved.

Bo looked past Lona to the bar, where Cassie Dugan, dressed in a number 16 Peyton Manning Tennessee Volunteer jersey, cutoff jeans, and a brown-and-gold Giles County Bobcats mesh cap, was pouring whiskey into a glass over ice. “Cassie, can you bring Lona here another Diet Coke?” His tone was harsh and direct. The bartender raised her eyebrows.

“Yes, sir,” Cassie said.

“I need you to do something else for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Call the police.”

Her face went pale. “Why?”

Bo felt adrenaline surge through his veins. “Just do it.”

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