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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
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. 22
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  30. 24
  31. 25
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
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  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. PART THREE
  46. 39
  47. 40
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  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
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  55. 48
  56. 49
  57. 50
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  59. 52
  60. 53
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  62. 55
  63. 56
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  66. 59
  67. PART FOUR
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  83. 75
  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“So what are you going to do in the meantime?”

“I’ll take another stab at meeting with the neighbors on Butch’s street. Terry Grimes is who found him dead, so getting an audience with him is crucial.”

“What else?”

“I’ll do a thorough investigation of the victim. Butch’s whereabouts in the days prior to the murder. Friends. Enemies. Colleagues. Would have done that anyway, but the theft of the laptop and wallet make it even more important. I’m also gonna need to get my law firm up and running and hire at least one assistant and a private investigator. I’ll file my notice of appearance later today along with a motion for a preliminary hearing. And standard request for discovery.” He snickered. “You know, the stuff that you always used to ignore, General.”

Helen smirked. “There’s no discovery in the state of Tennessee in a criminal case until after the grand jury issues an indictment and the defendant is arraigned. You know that as well as I do, Bo. If I were prosecuting this case, you wouldn’t have any of this stuff.” She waved an arm at the witness statements that Bo was now placing back into his file jacket.

“Well, I guess we should be damn thankful that you aren’t the prosecutor for this case.” He turned for the door. “I’ll be back in a couple of days.” He knocked on the door, signaling to the guard outside that he was done.

“Bo, do one more thing for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Find out as much as you can on Michael Zannick.”

“Zannick?” He cocked his head. “If anyone knows the deal on him, it should be you, shouldn’t it? Weren’t you headed to trial against him on the day of Butch’s murder?”

“Yes, but my knowledge was limited to the facts of the rape case. We need to know more.” She paused. “If there’s anyone on God’s green earth who’s benefitted from my arrest, it’s Zannick.”

Bo arched his head in understanding. “His trial was continued.”

“Not only that, but guess who is the new acting district attorney’s biggest financial contributor?”

“Jesus,” Bo said, scratching his chin. “You think Zannick may have set you up.”

The door swooshed open, and a deputy stepped inside. Since they weren’t alone anymore, Helen didn’t dare answer the question.

Instead, she held out her palms and shrugged.

Maybe, maybe not . . .

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Bo drove back to his office in a haze of confusion, trying to get his arms around the story he’d heard the General tell. If Helen were anyone else, Bo was sure he’d be thinking that he was representing a guilty client.

But she’s not anyone else. She’s the General.