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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
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  17. PART TWO
  18. 12
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  45. PART THREE
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  67. PART FOUR
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  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

She held out her palms. “Sheriff, based on the evidence we’ve uncovered in the last thirteen hours, General Lewis had the means, the opportunity . . .” She paused and pointed at the piece of paper on the desk. “. . . and a boatload of motive to kill Butch Renfroe.”

For thirty seconds, Hank paced a circle around his small office, realizing that he had no choice. “Has she come home yet?” he finally asked.

“No. Deputy Savona has been parked at her house for the past six hours, and there’s been no sign of her. She hasn’t answered her cell phone or returned any of the voice and text messages sent to her.” Frannie licked her lips and sucked in a quick breath. “She hasn’t responded to your call and text yet, has she?”

Hank shook his head, still not believing this was actually happening. Then he gritted his teeth and spoke in a firm voice. “All right, Chief. Put an APB out on the General.”

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“I can’t,” Bo said, unable to meet her eye. They were inside the farmhouse now, sitting around the circular kitchen table. Lee Roy sat bolt upright by the door to the carport. He was awake now and on guard, sensing tension.

“Can’t or won’t?” Helen asked, the frustration in her tone palpable.

“Both. I’m sorry, General, but I haven’t tried a case to a jury in over five years. You’d be better off with Lou Horn or Dick Selby. Besides, Judge Woodruff said I needed to get a job and a residence closer to my kids if I want to have any chance of regaining custody.” He paused. “Taking a case in Pulaski is going in the opposite direction.”

“I’ll pay a retainer of fifteen thousand dollars and an hourly rate of up to four hundred dollars an hour.”

“It’s not about the money.”

“You need a job, and I’m offering you one as my lawyer. You could still take up residence in the Huntsville city limits and commute to and from Pulaski.”

“General, how can you be so sure that you’re going to be arrested for your ex-husband’s murder?”

“Agree to represent me and I’ll tell you.”

He blinked his eyes and gazed down at the table. “I’m sorry, I—”

“You’re the best, Bo. People in town still ask about you.”

Bo gave a weak smile. “I’ve been gone close to three years. I suspect the last thing anyone remembers about me is the outcome of my trial for murder.” He looked at her. “Back when you charged me with murdering Andy Walton. Remember?”

“I do. I also remember dismissing all charges against you and helping you and Tom find the real killer.”