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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

Bo’s eyes shot open, and he pushed himself back against his seat. The blaring tone dissipated, and he blinked to get his bearings. He was still in his car, and if anything, the rain was coming down harder. His forehead stung from being stuck in place against the leather steering wheel. After rubbing his face with his hands, he glanced at the clock on the dash: 9:30 p.m.

He had passed out for over an hour, and it would probably have been longer if his arm hadn’t inadvertently pressed against the horn. Peering around the almost barren parking lot, he saw no people and only one other car—a single-cab Dodge truck—besides his own. Beyond the lot, there were no people walking on the sidewalk nor any cars passing by on the adjacent road.

Lucky it’s a rainy Tuesday, Bo thought, knowing that a clear weekend night would probably have attracted more people and hence more cops. He wasn’t sure if he would have been arrested for passing out in his still-running car, but he was glad he wouldn’t have the luxury of finding out.

He coughed, and his mouth tasted bitter. He rolled down the window and stuck his hand out, letting some of the rain gather in his palm. Then he splashed the water on his face.

The cool sensation of the raindrops sent a shiver down his body, but he felt better. He put the car in reverse and looked over his shoulder. Then, sighing, he returned the gearshift to “Park” and cut off the ignition.

He wasn’t sure about passing out in a parked but running car, but he knew he could be arrested for driving under the influence of alcohol.

If I get a DUI, I can kiss T. J. and Lila goodbye forever . . .

Bo fumbled in his pocket for his cell phone, and after a couple of minutes, pulled up the Uber application. He requested a driver and was informed that one was on the way and would arrive at his location in fifteen minutes.

While he waited for the stranger who would drive him home, he gazed forward at the driving rain that continued to pelt the front windshield. Over the past sixteen months since his wife’s brutal murder, Bo had felt many competing emotions. Anger. Despair. Depression. Fear. Anxiety. Frustration. All part of his daily cocktail of thoughts.

But now another vibe had infiltrated his being. To Bo, this one was worse than any combination of the others.

For the first time in his life, Bocephus Haynes felt utterly and completely lost.

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