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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
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  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
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  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
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  75. 67
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  78. 70
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  83. 75
  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Frannie’s mouth formed a tiny smile. “Because we can’t question him until he gets out of the hospital. According to the ER doctor, he has a broken nose, cracked chin, and four broken ribs.”

“Did you see the shattered piece of lumber at the front door of Kathy’s Tavern?”

Frannie nodded. “What happened?”

“I stepped out of the door, and Pusser swung and missed.” Bo paused and glared at the chief. “I didn’t miss.”

“What is Pusser’s beef with you?”

Bo cocked his head at Lona, who still had her hands on her hips. “What she said. We got the best of Michael Zannick at the settlement docket today, and this was retaliation.”

“You’re confident of that?”

Bo stood from the chair. “Listen, rookie, I don’t have time for this mess. I need to go check on my office, or what’s left of it.” He headed for the door with Lona in tow.

“Mr. Haynes?” Frannie called after him.

Bo didn’t stop or even acknowledge her.

“I’m sorry,” Frannie said.

“You been saying that a lot lately,” Bo said, pausing at the door with his back to the chief deputy. “And you’re going to be saying it a lot more when a jury finds Helen Lewis not guilty of her ex-husband’s murder.”

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Bo entered the jail the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose. The adrenaline rush that he’d experienced the previous night when he’d fended off Finn Pusser and then witnessed the dual explosions of his and Lona’s cars hadn’t dissipated.

All his senses were engaged. When he stepped into the consultation room, he didn’t bother with pleasantries. “I went to Michael Zannick’s rape charge hearing yesterday and blew up the settlement agreement that he’d reached with Sack Glover.”

Helen let out a sigh of relief. “What was the deal?”

“Dismissal of the rape charges on payment of court costs and one hundred hours of community service.”

Helen flew off the chair like she’d been shot out of a rocket. “That sorry, lazy sack of shit.”

“Relax, General,” Bo said, holding up his hands. “As attorney for the victim, Amanda Burks, I objected to the proposal and obtained a continuance of the settlement docket and trial until such time as the Honorable Harold Page can figure out whether there is an ethical dilemma with Sack Glover prosecuting his chief campaign contributor.”

Helen smiled. “How’d you manage it?”

“I set out my position . . . and I invited Aldos Stanley to the proceedings.”

Helen clapped her hands together. “Smart move. Page has never been one to invite publicity.”