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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
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  78. 70
  79. 71
  80. 72
  81. 73
  82. 74
  83. 75
  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

When he reached the back door, he saw smoke but no flames. Bo took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around his neck. “Lee Roy!” he screamed, praying that his dog had run to safety, but there was no sign of him.

Bo sucked in a deep breath and stepped toward the door. He was about to barrel through it when a figure came out of it covered in a blanket and collapsed on the ground. Before Bo could fling the quilt off the person, something wiggled out from underneath.

Lee Roy’s white-and-brown coat of hair was charred dark black, but otherwise the dog seemed unscathed by the explosion. Bo dropped to his knees and let out a howl, wrapping his arms around the animal, who licked his face.

Then, blinking his eyes and getting his bearings, he looked behind the dog to the figure who was taking off the blanket.

Ennis Petrie coughed and struggled for breath as the wail of fire truck sirens permeated the night air. Ennis crouched in front of Lee Roy and petted him behind the ears. Then he looked at Bo. “Don’t tell anyone I was here.”

Bo couldn’t think of anything to say. He was in shock.

Ennis patted his back and brushed past him.

Cradling his dog in his arms, Bo turned and watched the former lawman until he disappeared from view.

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At the sheriff’s department thirty minutes later, Bo gave a statement to Chief Deputy Frannie Storm about what had happened, telling her everything except the part about Ennis Petrie saving his dog. Frannie had driven Bo and Lona to her office in her patrol car, and Bo was now sitting in a chair in the large conference room and sipping a cup of coffee. Behind him, Lona Burks paced and fretted. “Have you sent anyone to Zannick’s place yet?”

“We need to make sure we understand what happened first, Ms. Burks,” Frannie said, her voice calm and deliberate.

Lona came to an abrupt stop and put her hands on her hips. “Well, I can tell you exactly what happened. Bo showed up at Michael Zannick’s rape charge settlement docket today. Bo represented my daughter’s interests and made sure the judge didn’t approve the sweetheart deal that Sack Glover had proposed that would have dismissed the charges against Zannick. Then Bo gets attacked a couple of hours later, our cars get blown up, and his office nearly burns to the ground.” She glared at Frannie. “I’d say it’s pretty obvious who’s behind this. Same prick who raped my daughter.”

Frannie wrote in longhand on a notepad and then looked at Bo. “Bo, we’ve detained a man named Finnegan Pusser. Is he the man who . . . attacked you?”

“Why the hesitation, Chief?” Bo asked.