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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
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  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
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  55. 48
  56. 49
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  60. 53
  61. 54
  62. 55
  63. 56
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  65. 58
  66. 59
  67. PART FOUR
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  73. 65
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  83. 75
  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Patting the General on the back, he grabbed his phone and made a beeline for the door, glancing at the screen. He had no text messages and no missed calls. “Damnit,” he whispered under his breath. The General’s testimony had been the high-water mark for the defense team, but they still needed an alternative theory, and they were out of time. If his private investigator hadn’t found anything, Bo knew he had no choice but to call Ms. Spencer and Booker T.

Where the hell are you, Hooper? Bo thought, barreling out the double doors and almost colliding with a man heading in the opposite direction. Blinking his eyes, Bo could have kissed the man when he recognized him.

Albert Hooper was carrying a file jacket under his arm.

“Is that it?” Bo asked.

Hooper nodded.

“And?”

The plump investigator smiled from ear to ear. “I think you’re going to love it.”

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“Your Honor, the defendant calls Mr. Terry Grimes to the stand,” Bo said, his voice firm and authoritative though his heart was pounding in his chest. There were times in trial when a lawyer had to trust his gut and take a risk, and this was one of those times. As Grimes strode back into the courtroom to take his place in the witness chair, Bo gazed up at the balcony, noticing a clean-shaven man with a crew cut looking over the railing with keen interest. Ennis Petrie, the former high sheriff of Giles County, Tennessee, peered at Bo with eyes that glowered with intensity and held his right thumb up. Bo gave him a curt nod. Then he focused on the witness.

Terrence Robert Grimes wore a light gray suit, white shirt, and dark blue tie. His salt-and-pepper hair was combed in a neat part, and he spoke in a soft, deliberate tone. After once again being sworn in by Sundance, he looked at Bo with blank eyes.

“Mr. Grimes, you’re a county commissioner, isn’t that right, sir?”

“That’s right.”

“And you’ve been a county commissioner for going on twenty-two years, right?”

“Correct.”

“Butch Renfroe was your friend and neighbor, right?”

“Yes, sir, he was.”

“And it was you that discovered Butch’s dead body the morning of April 2, 2015?”

“Yes, sir.”

Bo walked to the edge of the jury railing and made eye contact with several of the jurors. Then he glared across the courtroom at the witness. “Mr. Grimes, isn’t it true that you and the victim, Butch Renfroe, were once investigated by the former sheriff of this county, Ennis Petrie, for being involved in a prostitution ring?”

“Objection!” Sack Glover had almost leaped out of his chair. “This question is irrelevant and preposterous.”

Bo didn’t hesitate with his response and looked right at the jury when he gave it. “Your Honor, this is at the very heart of the defense’s theory of the case, and I’m entitled to a thorough and sifting cross-examination.”