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  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
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  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
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  60. 53
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  67. PART FOUR
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  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Zannick donated over a million dollars to Martin Methodist College and more than a hundred thousand to the First United Methodist Church. He sat on the board of directors of the college, the Southern Regional Tennessee Health System, and the local Boys & Girls Club. When asked in an interview for the Martin Methodist College newspaper why he had left the Berkshires to come to Pulaski, Zannick confided that “I just couldn’t live where my parents had died. I felt responsible and wanted to move as far away as possible and start a completely new and different life.”

Bo had memorized the quote from Hooper’s presentation because it was the only evidence he had of why Michael Zannick had come to Pulaski.

The Zannick story was interesting and tragic, and Hooper had done more than what Bo had asked.

But at the end of the day, there was no link to the murder of Butch Renfroe.

Which puts me right back at square one, Bo thought, feeling his spirits begin to sink as he entered the Huntsville city limits.

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Bo’s mood improved dramatically when he parked at Baskin-Robbins off Airport Road in Huntsville and saw T. J. and Lila waiting for him at one of the tables. Though it wasn’t his weekend, Ezra and Juanita had relented and let him see the children since he was passing through town.

Once they had made their orders and had their ice cream cones, Lila leaned forward in her chair. “How’s your case going, Daddy?” she asked, smiling at him with her mother’s eyes.

“Good, honey,” Bo said, but he knew that wasn’t true.

“We’re proud of you, Dad,” T. J. said, licking his sugar cone of pralines and cream. “Opening your office back up and practicing law again. You know, we’ve been thinking . . .” He trailed off, and Bo saw Lila punch her brother’s shoulder.

“Ask him,” she pressed.

“Ask me what?” Bo said, moving his eyes from his fourteen-year-old daughter to his seventeen-year-old son. “Ask me what?” he repeated.

“Dad, what would you say if . . . maybe . . . I don’t know . . .”

“Spit it out, Thomas Jackson.”

“Can we move back to Pulaski?” Lila blurted the question.

Bo wrinkled up his face. It was the last thing he had expected to hear.

“I miss my friends, Daddy.”

Bo scratched the back of his neck. “Well . . . haven’t you made new friends?”

“Sure, but we lived in Pulaski for a long time. I miss Kara and Ellery and Hunter.”

Bo smiled, remembering the clique of girls who used to come over to the house on Flower Street and stay up all night watching those High School Musical Disney movies. Then he turned to his son. “T. J., could you really leave your teammates at Huntsville High?”