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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
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  55. 48
  56. 49
  57. 50
  58. 51
  59. 52
  60. 53
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  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

Bo forced himself to remain calm. “Haven’t heard from you since you saved my dog.” Bo paused. “Thank you for that.”

“Thank you for not mentioning my presence. Is Finn Pusser still in jail?”

Bo shook his head. “No, he’s out on probation, but Frannie promises me that they’re watching him like a hawk. They could never prove his involvement in the car bombs, so all they got him on was simple assault.” Bo paused. “Where’ve you been?”

“Around,” Ennis said. “There hasn’t been any reason to see you.” He paused. “Until now.”

“Why now?”

“Because I can’t wait any longer.”

Bo squinted at the former lawman and set the remainder of the six-pack on the ground at Ennis’s feet. “Beer?”

Ennis took one and popped the top.

“OK,” Bo said. “Enlighten me.”

“When I was in prison, the only regular visitor I had was Finn Pusser.”

“You’ve told me this before, Ennis. Finn said that Zannick wanted information on some townspeople, and you dished about the prostitution ring.”

“I didn’t tell you everything,” Ennis said, sipping his beer.

“What didn’t you tell me?”

“The real reason that I never told the General I was investigating the ring.”

Bo felt the hairs on his arm begin to prickle. “What was the reason?”

“I didn’t tell her . . . because I became a client of the ring.”

“You?” Bo felt his heartbeat pick up speed.

“Me.”

“I . . . I don’t know what to say. Tell me.”

“Not much to tell. I paid for a couple of encounters with a stripper named Tammie Gentry.”

Bo felt an icy chill on the back of his neck. “Who did you pay?”

Ennis looked him in the eye. “Butch Renfroe once. Lou Horn another time.” He paused. “I told Finn about my participation when he visited me in jail, and I think he got one of those guys—Terry would be my bet because he’s a loudmouth—admitting on tape to the scheme after being confronted with it.” He paused. “I also bet it was Butch who kept the paper trail of the scheme.”

“The computer,” Bo said out loud. “Butch’s laptop was stolen the night of the murder. The prosecution has argued that Helen was trying to get rid of any evidence of her abortion, but it could just as easily be Lou Horn or Terry Grimes disposing of the evidence of the prostitution ring.”

“Bingo,” Ennis said. “And Terry Grimes is a neighbor and the first person to see Butch dead. Who’s to say he wasn’t the last person to see him alive?”