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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
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  30. 24
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  33. 27
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  36. 30
  37. 31
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  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. PART THREE
  46. 39
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  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
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  55. 48
  56. 49
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  66. 59
  67. PART FOUR
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  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Bo kept his outside demeanor neutral, but inside a deep sense of relief washed over him. He’d bought himself some time.

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First up on Wednesday morning for the state was Doug Brinkley, who testified to the General’s target shooting with her .44 revolver the night of the murder. Sack then buried Terry Grimes in the middle of his case, with the county commissioner testifying to finding Butch lying on his couch at a little after 10:00 a.m. on April 2, 2015. Terry cried during his testimony when he described seeing his longtime friend’s body disfigured by bruises and bullet holes.

Sack finished with the overwhelming physical evidence, calling Chief Deputy Frannie Storm to testify as to the fingerprint evidence, placing the General’s prints all over the victim’s house.

He finished on Thursday with Dr. Ward and the DNA.

The only points that Bo scored on cross-examination were getting Frannie Storm to concede that no .44 Magnum revolver was ever found at the victim’s home and that there was no eyewitness to the murder.

At 4:45 p.m. on Thursday, after Dr. Ward left the stand, Sack Glover stood and cleared his throat. “Your Honor, the state rests.”

Once the jury had been ushered out of the courtroom, Judge Connelly peered over the bench at Bo. “Mr. Haynes, do you know how long your case will be?”

What case? I have no case. Instead of saying that, Bo said, in candor, “Judge, I don’t know. I’m going to have to speak with my client and make some decisions on that tonight.”

Connelly shrugged, but she was obviously irritated. “Mr. Haynes, I hate leaving the jury hanging as to whether they’re going to have to come back for another week. I’d appreciate a heads-up in the morning.”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

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In the jail, Bo and Helen gazed at each other with blank, punch-drunk stares. “Any thoughts on tomorrow?” Bo asked.

“Call me and then rest.”

“What about Booker T.?”

“I can’t let you do that, Bo. We both know that Booker T. didn’t kill Butch.”

“Do we? Bonita Spencer will place Booker T.’s truck on Butch’s street at approximately 10:15 p.m., and he had an altercation with the victim a few hours before the murder.”

“Bo, come on. It’s weak.”

“It’s all we’ve got.”

She waved him off. “Get some rest. We’ve already rehearsed my direct examination enough.”

That was true. Each night during the trial, Bo had taken Helen through a mock examination, doing his part and then also pretending to cross-examine her.

“OK.”

“Bo?”

He turned at the door.