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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
  23. 17
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  27. 21
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  33. 27
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  36. 30
  37. 31
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  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. PART THREE
  46. 39
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  52. 45
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  55. 48
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  67. PART FOUR
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  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ennis closed the briefcase and set his jaw. Then he gripped the Bible in his pocket.

“I am the resurrection and the life.”

24

24

An hour after Bo pulled out the first nail, the boards lay in a pile to the side of the door, and Bo was inserting a key into the latch. Despite the cool of the night, he was drenched with sweat from the effort and had taken off his button-down. He wiped his forehead with the front of his white tank-top undershirt and turned the key hard to the left.

Though tight from lack of use, the lock eventually gave, and the door swung open. Bo stepped inside, and a flood of memories washed over him.

Everything was as it had been the last time he’d been here. The front parlor, which Bo had used as a lobby, had a leather couch, two chairs, and a coffee table on the left side of the room. Bo smiled when he saw that the table still had the same magazines on it from three years earlier, which included a Sports Illustrated with Eddie Lacy in his number 42 Alabama football jersey on the cover. To the right of the sitting area was a cherrywood desk behind which, for twenty years, Ellie Michaels had managed the office.

Ellie had been Bo’s paralegal, secretary, and receptionist all rolled into one highly efficient and talented human being. After Bo’s first suspension in 2012, she’d retired and now lived near her oldest son in Chicago. The last time Bo had seen her was at Jazz’s funeral. He wondered if Ellie might be talked into returning to Pulaski. He’d paid her well, and each time one of her five kids needed anything extra for grade school or college, Bo had managed to throw in a timely bonus. Ellie was such a good and loyal employee that any payment to her seemed small in comparison to the wonderful job she’d done.

If I begged her, she probably would come, Bo thought.