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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
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  37. 31
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  40. 34
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  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. PART THREE
  46. 39
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  67. PART FOUR
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  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Unable to hold his intense gaze, Helen turned away from him and peered at the wall. She didn’t have a whole lot of options. She wasn’t going to hire Dick Selby or Lou Horn, and she didn’t want to retain a lawyer from Nashville or Knoxville. If she did that, she’d still have to hire a local attorney to help pick the jury, and she wasn’t Bill Gates. She didn’t have a pot of money to throw away.

She wanted only one lawyer and needed the best.

And just as she had surmised during her wild trek to Hazel Green yesterday afternoon, Bocephus Haynes was the obvious choice. Outside of me, there’s not a finer trial lawyer in Pulaski . . .

Finally, she wheeled and faced him. “Same terms as last night: $15K retainer and four hundred dollars an hour?”

Bo nodded. “That’s fine.”

“This isn’t the easiest way to break back into the practice of law.”

“Nothing about my life has been easy. Am I hired or not?”

A barely audible sob escaped from Helen’s mouth. Then she gave her head a swift nod.

“Good,” Bo said, sitting down and gesturing toward the chair in front of him. “Why don’t you start by telling me what in the hell is going on?”

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When Sack Glover entered Kathy’s Tavern, he found Lou Horn sitting at a corner table in the back parlor. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon, but based on the two empty bottles of Coors Light on the table and the half-full bottle in Lou’s hand, the defense lawyer had started without him. Even in the dark room, Sack could see that Lou’s face was flushed a darker shade from the alcohol. “A little early to be tying a buzz on, isn’t it, Lou?”

“Sack,” Lou said, taking another swig from his beer bottle and gazing down at the table. He gestured at the seat across from his. “Buy you a beer?”

Sack sat down and eyed the attorney. “I better not.”

Lou motioned for the barmaid, and a petite young woman with brown hair approached.

“Another round, Lou?” she asked.

“Yeah, Cassie. Bring me a cheeseburger and fries too. And whatever Sack wants as well.”

“Diet Coke,” Sack said. Cassie waited for more, but when Sack remained quiet, she strode away.

Lou held his bleary gaze on the barmaid’s backside for a couple of seconds. Then he peered at Sack. “Did Page make the appointment?”

“A couple of hours ago.”

Lou scoffed. “Well . . . congratulations, General.” He held his beer up in mock salute and took another sip. “When can we talk deal on Zannick?”

“We need to give that some time, Lou. You know that. We can’t be obvious with it. Page is in my pocket, but even Harold isn’t going to flaunt a miscarriage of justice. He’s too savvy for that.”

“Has he said anything to you?”