Chapter OneAtlanta, Georgia, 1905
Daniel Walker loved a good fight. He loved the law. He loved to win. In fact, Daniel loved winning most of all.
He rose to his feet. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at the short, cherubic-faced man on the witness stand for a long, thoughtful moment, as if trying to decide how best to approach him. It was an act, of course. Daniel knew exactly what he was going to do. He just hoped it worked.
He walked toward the witness and watched the other man swallow nervously at his approach. It was a common reaction. Daniel was six feet three inches tall, weighed two hundred pounds...