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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

They decided to meet at Hitt’s Place on Bennett Drive. Terry liked coming to the bar with some of his younger sales managers because he enjoyed ogling the young college tail that fraternized here. Lou Horn looked like a square peg in a round hole in the place, which, at 8:00 p.m., was about half-full but would be packed as the night grew later.

“So what does he have on us?” Lou asked, taking a sip of Coors Light from a bottle. The bar advertised itself as having the coldest beer in town, and as Terry lifted his own Silver Bullet to his lips, he had to admit that the suds were ice cold.

“A few strippers,” Terry said. “Including Lona.”

Lou laughed. “She was always your favorite.”

“Shut up.”

Lou took another swallow of beer and exhaled. “Well, old buddy, if that’s all Bo’s got, he’s got nothing. No way a couple of strippers are going to bring us down in a he-said-she-said contest.” He frowned. “I’m a lot more worried about Zannick. He has you on tape confessing to the whole operation.” He slapped his hand on the bar. “I still can’t believe you did that, Terry.”

Terry shook his head. “I’ve always had a big mouth,” he said. “It’s why I’m a good salesman.”

Lou sighed. “I was so close on Thursday to being rid of Zannick. Sack had agreed to the dismissal, and all that was left was for Page to sign off on it.”

“And Bo came in and ruined everything.”

Lou drained his beer and held it to the bartender, who replaced it with a full one. “Yep.”

For several minutes, the two men drank in silence. On the television screen, baseball highlights were being shown, but neither man paid any attention to them. Lou finally blurted out what both of them were thinking.

“The tape is bad . . . but do you really think Zannick could bring forward the witness he promised?” Lou paused and spoke just above a whisper. “The one who could truly break us.”

Terry took a long sip of beer and let out a ragged breath. He was dog tired, and his brain hurt from the stress of his earlier confrontation with Bocephus Haynes. “I don’t know, Lou, but I’ll tell you this. I’ve learned to never underestimate Michael Zannick.”

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59

The arraignment of Helen Evangeline Lewis lasted all of fifteen minutes.

“On the charge of capital murder, how does the defendant plead?” Judge Susan Connelly asked as a full gallery of press from across the state of Tennessee leaned forward in their seats.

Helen let out a deep breath and spoke in a sharp voice that could be heard in the balcony. “Not guilty.”

“Very well,” Connelly said, gazing down at something on her desk and rubbing her chin. “The court enters the defendant’s plea of not guilty and sets this case for trial on October 14, 2015.”

PART FOUR