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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

“What are you doing, cuz?” Booker T. hollered from the front porch. Then he trudged down the steps and approached with a weary smile.

Sighing, Bo pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. Lona had filed the subpoena thirty minutes earlier, and Bo was damned if he was going to let anyone serve it but himself.

“What’s this?” Booker T. said, taking the document as Bo handed it up to him. The big man had completely sweat through his khaki work shirt that displayed the name and logo “Rowe Farms, LLC.” He read the top of the document and quickly scanned it. “You’re serious?”

“I have to subpoena you, even if we decide not to call you as a witness.”

“Why would you call me to the stand?”

Bo decided not to sugarcoat what was happening. “To show an alternative theory for the murder.”

Booker T. smirked. “Your alternative theory is me.”

“You had the motive, means, and opportunity.” Bo hated himself for repeating the phrase Lona had used, but his assistant had been right.

Booker T. made a tight smile with his mouth. “I can’t believe that you’d do this to me. After putting me back in business.” He stuck his chest out. “I’ve gotten all of my customers back and even added a few. I’m rolling again, and I think I may have convinced Thelma to give me another chance. Jarvis is talking to me again, telling me all about the football scholarship offers he’s collecting, and Antonio is starting to ride a bicycle. Thelma sent me some video of it, saying that she was looking forward to their visit next weekend.” He reached out and pushed Bo so hard that Bo almost fell down. “I’ve even figured out what you should do with this place.” He held his arms out, gesturing toward the farmland beyond. “You know the Big Oak Ranch that John Croyle runs over in Rainbow City, Alabama?”

Bo nodded. John Croyle had been a few years ahead of him at Alabama and was an All-American defensive end on Coach Bryant’s 1973 National Championship team.

“Well, how does the Roosevelt Haynes Farm for Boys and Girls sound?” Booker T.’s voice was now shaking with emotion. “The property is so big we could divide the land into a boys’ part and a girls’ section and put a community center in between.”

Bo felt his eyes begin to burn with tears. Before he could respond, “That’s perfect,” Booker T. pushed him again and rocked him off balance. “Why you goin’ do this to me, Bo? I’m the only family you’ve got.”

“I have a duty to my client, and I’m out of time.”

“I didn’t kill him, Bo. You know that I’m not capable of that.”

Bo didn’t respond. Instead he hung his head. “I’m sorry.” Bo started to walk away, but Booker T. yelled behind him.