“I also didn’t dispose of my revolver.” Bo felt his whole body tense as he took the seat across from his client. “You admit to being in Butch’s house with a .44 Magnum revolver?” She nodded. “But I didn’t take it with me when I left.” “Why?” “Because Butch took it away from me. We fought. I wanted to shoot him, but I couldn’t do it. I hit him several times with the gun, but he finally wrestled it away from me.”
