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first I’ve ever heard of this particular case… But the outcome is perfect.

In the mid-80s I went on a tour of the South with a lit professor, who was born in Smith County Missippi and did his course-work at Ol' Miss.

His beat-old Caddy broke down on us in Russellville, Arkansas, and there we sat at a stale motel, a couple ruffed-up near-alkies with a half-bottle of Tanqueray and about $100 between us.

My friend, always resourceful, made a couple calls and reached the gentleman who had recently published ONE of the books about this bully-boy, apparently one of the best, and the gent picked us up and took us to a roadhouse just over the county line.

He didn't break a lot of fresh news, but he knew the material and it made for a damned interesting evening.

As far as I can recall--for some reason it isn't very clear, lol, he was pretty certain the kill shot came the church bell tower. But it was a long time ago, as I say...

They needed a guy with an eagle-eye like you in that little hole-in-the-wall town.