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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
  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

Bo sensed movement the second he opened the door. Ready for it, he crouched and saw a piece of lumber barely miss the top of his head. Bo saw Finn Pusser’s eyes go wide with shock as his beating stick split open when it hit the front door to Kathy’s Tavern. Bo flung a left jab that connected with the man’s nose and a right uppercut that landed so hard he heard bone crack. Finn’s head shot back, and he groaned in pain. He fell to the sidewalk and rolled, reaching underneath his shirt for what was sure to be a handgun of some kind.

Before Finn could bring the weapon forward, Bo kicked him in the ribs. Finn’s hand dropped to his side, and Bo kicked him again. Then again and again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his Glock, putting his size-eleven loafer on Finn Pusser’s neck. “You listen, and you listen like you never have before. You’ve had your way in this town for a long time, but you’re dealing with something different now. Something you can’t control.” He eased his foot off the man’s neck.

“You think you’re some kind of badass, don’t you?” Finn spat blood out of his mouth. “You weren’t the target tonight, Haynes.” He laughed and spat another stream of blood out of his mouth. “You really should’ve changed the locks on your office.”

Bo stepped away from Finn, darting his eyes down First Street toward his law firm. He blinked, and then he saw the burgundy truck pulling away.

“What did you do?” Bo asked, screaming down at Finn, who was now rising to his feet.

“I’d run if I were you. You might at least be able to save your dog.”

“What?” Bo asked, feeling a wave of panic wash over him. He took another step backward and heard the first police siren. Then, turning toward his office, he started to run but only made it a few feet before the world turned blood orange.

And his eardrums filled with the sound of the explosion.

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Bo felt like he was reliving a nightmare.

In his recurring dream, which he’d lived out second by painful second a year and a half ago, he ran toward Jazz, reaching her just as the bullets entered her body and killed her. He couldn’t stop her from being murdered, and now he wouldn’t be able to stop this. His white Sequoia had exploded. So had Lona Burks’s Mustang coupe. The fire from the two vehicles had spread, and by the time Bo was within twenty yards of his building, the flames had consumed the entire front of his office.

Where Lee Roy likes to sleep.

“No!” he screamed, running around to the rear of the building. “Lee Roy!”