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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
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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

“Nothing specific, but he did give me a piece of advice after the appointment that I intend to follow.”

Lou smiled, his eyes a bit too unfocused for a few beers. Sack wondered if Lou had started drinking earlier or if maybe there was something else in the old lawyer’s bloodstream. “And what wisdom did the Honorable Harold Page bestow upon you?” Lou asked.

“Take it slow,” Sack responded, moving his hands off the table so that Cassie could set down their drinks. “Thank you, Cassie.”

“Would you like something to eat, Mr. Glover?” Cassie asked. The barmaid was a trim woman in her midtwenties. She wore a sleeveless Tennessee Titans jersey, cut-off jeans, and an orange cap with a cursive Vols embroidered on the front.

“No, I’m good. How’s your momma doing, Cassie?”

The barmaid sighed. “She’s fine, I guess. The bursitis in her hip is still acting up, and she fell again in the yard last week. I tell her to take it easy, but it doesn’t do any good.”

“She still getting her groceries delivered like we arranged?”

A smile broke over the young woman’s face. “Yes, thank you so much for that.” She leaned over and hugged his neck, and the smell of wildflowers hit Sack’s nostrils.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

“Sure you don’t want something to eat?”

“I’m sure,” Sack said, and she shuffled away.

“I bet if you had said you, she would have straddled the table and let you go to town.” Lou spoke in a slurred whisper that caused Sack to lean back in his chair and reassess the man.

“You all right, Lou? You seem a little off.”

“Just stating a fact. Why is it that all of the young tail in this town leave moist spots in their chair after you talk with them?”

Finally, Sack grinned, but instead of answering the question, he fired one of his own. “Can your client lay low for a few months?”

Lou drained his beer and looked toward the bar, holding the empty soldier up and pointing at it until he got Cassie’s attention. Then he glared across the table at Sack. His eyes seemed to have sunken into his face, and he looked even older than his sixty-plus years. “Honestly, I don’t know. Patience isn’t Michael Zannick’s biggest virtue.”