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Leland behind bars, or at least have him removed from office.  Trace thought because he was family, he would give Leland the opportunity to explain himself, rather than taking it through channels and letting the D.A. handle it.
    Big mistak e.  Next to trusting Ronnie Winters, the biggest mistake of his life.
    Leland had laughed it off, and tried to convince him he was imagining things .  Butter couldn’t have melted in the old bastard’s mouth.  But after Trace left his office, his daddy went to work covering his ass and hanging his son out to dry.  His partner had lost his life over it, and Trace had lost his freedom.  Dead men didn’t talk, and convicts were not credible witnesses.  Problem solved. 
    Trace was arrested and convicted of negligent homicide in his partner’s death, and possession of narcotics .  Then Leland hired Ronnie Winters, supposedly the best criminal attorney in Amarillo, to represent him so he kept face with the public.  He pandered to the cameras and news crews as the shamed, but supportive parent of a fuck-up.  A bad cop.  Then he paid Ronnie to put a knife in Trace’s back, and twist it a few times.
    It all made perfect fucking sense to him now.
    Senator Leland Rooks was a master manipulator.  A spin artist.  A seasoned politician.  That is why he had been in office as long as he had, even with people knowing what they did about him.  It was also why his own mother had walked around with blinders on for so long.  Leland was damned convincing.  Trace was glad that Allison was finally seeing the light.  After thirty years, she had filed for divorce.  It was about damned time.
    "What problem?" the beautiful redhead asked, batting her eyes in confusion .  Ronnie Winters was beautiful, but she was also like poison in a perfume bottle.  And just as lethal.  He had learned that the hard way.  He wasn’t falling for her act again.
    "Get a better acting coach, Ronnie .  And stay the hell away from me," he said with contempt, then yelled, " Guard !" as he walked around the table to stand by the door.  It flung inward and the guard filled the door.  He took a threatening step toward Trace, but Ronnie rushed over to him. 
    "I'm not done with him yet," she said with a pointed look at Trace.
    Well, he was done with her. 
    If it took getting his ass kicked by this burly guard to get out of this small room with Ronnie Winters before he killed her, that is what he was going to do .  Just like he'd kicked those other inmates asses in prison so he'd' be put in isolation, so he could at least sleep with his eyes closed.  Trace would do what he had to do to survive.
    Trace met her eyes, then put his shoulder into the guard, knocking him off balance .  The burly guard grunted, then shoved him into the door, before taking him to the ground and slamming his head into the floor with a forearm to his neck.  Pain shot through his skull, and Trace saw stars.  The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, and he figured he'd either bitten the hell out of his tongue again, or his nose was broken.  It wasn't a little blood. 
    The guard pushed down hard on his back for leverage to stand, then yanked Trace up to his feet .  Definitely a broken nose, he thought as his airway closed off, his head swam and blood dripped down his face onto his shirt. 
    Veronica gasped, and Trace smiled at her, as the guard pushed him through the door ahead of him .  Where there’s a will, there’s a way, he thought, laughing as the guard led him down the hallway.  He definitely had the will to pay Ronnie Winters back, and he would find a way to do that.

 
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    "Get your ass up.” Goddamn, Trace loved that wakeup call.  All prison and jail guards must be trained the same way, because every one of them said the same thing.
    Trace sat up on the edge of the cot and squinted his eyes trying to focus .  Since his incident with the guard yesterday, his vision had been in and out.  They’d