Losing was out of the question.

If the jury acquitted Jack, their verdict would brand Weaver as the loser of the biggest case in Manistee history. The community would remember; local judges, defense lawyers and fellow prosecutors would remember. Weaver would be that prosecutor who couldn’t convict the bombing guy.

Florida? Are you kidding? I hate golf and it’s too fucking hot down there. They have hurricanes, for Christ’s sake. I’m not ready to retire.

How could a man “disappear” amidst all those elite law enforcement officials? Would things have been different if we were in charge?

Come on, Jack. Be reasonable. Let’s run this up the chain of command.”“Acker will never approve, and even if he does, we would have to deal with some Barney Fife type cop up in Manistee, and he would never agree. I’m screwed either way.”“Who’s Barney Fife?”“He’s an old television character…oh…never mind . . .

How does a guy like Bart afford a boat like this? Does bigotry pay that well?

If Jack Dylan was Captain Ahab, Bart Breitner was Moby Dick. Jack felt exhilarated, as Ahab must have felt when he finally encountered the great white. He would approach with caution and test the waters. He was alone, and he sensed extreme danger, but this was a tremendous opportunity that he could not pass up.

A white supremacist with a conscience? Why don’t I believe you, Stone?

Crime scene techs determined that Breitner had escaped underground, through a sewer drain below the warehouse. Smart move, asshole; you planned this escape and let the others take the fall. I will hunt you down, tough guy. I will find you…