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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
  19. 13
  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. 22
  29. 23
  30. 24
  31. 25
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. PART THREE
  46. 39
  47. 40
  48. 41
  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
  53. 46
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  55. 48
  56. 49
  57. 50
  58. 51
  59. 52
  60. 53
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  62. 55
  63. 56
  64. 57
  65. 58
  66. 59
  67. PART FOUR
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  70. 62
  71. 63
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  73. 65
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  83. 75
  84. 76
  85. 77
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“No offense, but your office was a pigsty. I’ve got the back mostly clean. You could use a new paint job in the library. I can handle that over the weekend if you’d like.”

“Ma’am, who—?”

“Lona Burks,” she said, extending her hand. Bo took it and felt rough calluses on her palms.

“Bocephus Haynes.”

“I know. You worked a case a few years back where you interviewed some of the dancers out at the Sundowners.” She paused. “You talked to me. Do you remember?”

Bo gazed down at the freshly mopped hardwood floor and back up at the woman. He remembered helping the Professor a few years ago on a trucking case, where a key witness was a stripper at the Sundowners.

“You worked with Wilma Newton?” Bo asked.

She nodded. “Do you remember me?”

Bo shook his head. “I’m sorry. Everything starts to run together when you’ve been doing this as long as I have. I recall that case well, but I don’t recollect our meeting.”

She shrugged. “I’m not surprised. I’m sure I wasn’t all that helpful. Back then, I was high on meth, coke, and vodka pretty much 24-7.” She sighed. “If you don’t mind me asking, whatever happened with that case? If I recollect, it involved a trucking accident in Henshaw, Alabama.”

Bo smiled. “That’s a long story.” Then he stepped closer to the woman. “Ms. Burks, while I appreciate what you’ve done with the place, why are you here? I had planned to call a cleaning service but hadn’t got around to it yet.”

She gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Well, I’m better than any cleaning crew. I work harder, and I can do more than mop and vacuum.”

Bo smiled. “Are you applying for a job?”

“You might say that.”

Bo leaned down and petted Lee Roy behind the ears. Since his arrival, the dog had calmed down and was sitting upright, but he didn’t acknowledge Bo while he was being petted. Instead, Lee Roy peered at the woman with suspicious eyes, as if he wasn’t quite sure who or what he was looking at.

As he followed the dog’s line of sight back up to Lona Burks, Bo figured that he probably had the same expression in his own gaze. “Ms. Burks, why are you here?”

“Like I said. I want a job.”

“Why do you want to work for me?”

“You represent General Lewis, don’t you?”

Bo nodded. He had always been amazed at how fast news traveled in Pulaski. As far as he knew, there had been no press announcing his presence as counsel for the General yet, but Lona Burks acted as if it were common knowledge. Small towns . . .