“Bring him back,” Hank said, and the deputy shuffled off, leaving the door open. The sheriff looked at Helen and raised his eyebrows, but she said nothing.

“The suspense is killing me,” Sack said, his tone oozing with venom. Outside the cell, Helen heard the sounds of shackled men being brought down the hall to see the jail nurse. From her own experience interviewing detainees in this very holding cell, she knew the medical office was a couple of doors down.

Seconds later, the deputy was back outside the opening to the cell. Helen couldn’t see the man with him, but Hank could. She noticed that the sheriff’s face had turned a shade pale. “You’re the General’s lawyer?” Hank asked, his voice a mixture of shock, surprise, and—something else, Helen thought, before it came to her.

Fear.

“Expecting someone different?”

She recognized the deep baritone even before he stepped into the cell. When he did, Sack Glover straightened his back and crossed his arms, involuntarily taking a step back to make more room for the huge man.

Bocephus Haynes wore a white button-down, faded jeans, and black combat boots. “General,” he said, nodding at her. Then he peered at Sack.

“Aren’t they missing you down at the store?”

Sack smiled, but there was no humor in his eyes. His family had owned Glover’s Grocery for years before it was eventually bought out by Winn-Dixie. Because of the family business, Reginald Glover’s high school buddies had taken to calling him “Sack,” and the nickname had stuck.

Ignoring Bo’s question, which was a common jab since everyone in the Giles County Bar Association knew that Sack didn’t have to practice law, the red-haired prosecutor stuck out his hand. “Been a long time, Bo. Are you back in town?”

Bo shook hands with the man. “You could say that,” he said. Then, turning to Hank, he shook hands with the sheriff.

“Good to see you, Bo,” Hank said.

“You too,” Bo said.

“I take it that your presence as Ms. Lewis’s lawyer means that your suspension by the Tennessee State Bar has been lifted?” Sack asked.

“It does indeed,” Bo said, turning around to face the prosecutor. “I was reinstated on March twenty-second.”

“Well . . . let’s hope that we don’t have any more of that kind of trouble,” Sack said.

“Let’s hope,” Bo said, his voice low as he stepped closer to the man, invading his personal space. “I’d like a few minutes with my client if you don’t mind?”

Sack blinked and tried to take another step backward but was stopped by the cinder block wall. “Of course,” he said. “Sheriff, let’s give Ms. Lewis a chance to talk with her attorney.”