A few hours had passed. Enos had left to go talk once again to Ms. Harpswell to confirm for the record that she had seen the doors to the supposed General Lee open. Boss Hogg had left for the evening to go home to his wife, Lulu, and Rosco sat at his desk, deep in thought. That gnawing in his stomach was ten times worse now with the new events of the day, and at this point it was almost enough to make him nauseas. Two Dukes down in two days, with enough evidence to finally be rid of both of them for good, or so it appeared. Boss Hogg had seemed delighted by the turn of events, even whistled a happy little tune and wished Rosco a pleasant evening as he left, which never happened, and yet, Rosco still felt sick about the whole thing.

If Rosco had thought he felt skeptical about Bo being guilty, it was nothing compared to how he felt about the circumstances surrounding Luke. Here Luke was, with his best friend and cousin having just been sent to jail for a crime he had claimed he didn't commit, and Rosco was supposed to believe now that the next day Luke would be out on a shine run in Chickasaw County. No Sir, that definitely didn't sound logical to Rosco, although he would be hesitant to admit that aloud. There was a definite flaw in the slaw in that theory. As Luke had said himself, under the circumstances a shine run would have been the last thing on Luke's mind, and that made sense, even to Rosco.

So once again, the question remained as to how all the evidence so neatly and perfectly pointed directly to Luke and Bo. Boss had said that it would have taken a team of experts to pin the robbery yesterday on Bo, and he assumed the same theory would apply to Luke's thwarted shine run. Sheriff Little, much like Esther Harpswell, had no reason to lie about witnessing Luke in his county and Rosco was fairly certain that it had gone down exactly as Little had claimed. He had even said that he had a jug that would be sure to have Luke's fingerprints on them, proving that he had, in fact, thrown the jug from the car. Unless, of course, it was part of the plan of this supposed 'team of experts' that was hard at work pinning the perfect frame. Now the mystery remained as to who would do this, and why. Why, why, why?

"Why what?" asked Bo, sitting on the cot in his cell with his back leaned up on a pillow against the bars.

Rosco hadn't realized that he had been talking aloud, and he had forgotten altogether about Bo being in the stall right next to his desk, so the sound of another voice in the room startled Rosco and caused him to jump.

"Dang it, Bo. Don't you go hollering out at me. You trying to give me a heart attack?"

Bo chuckled a little, "Sorry, Rosco. I thought you were talking to me."

"Now, why would I be talking to you?"

"Maybe because I'm the only other person in the room." Bo smiled at him once again. "Never mind, I won't interrupt while you talk to yourself. Just let me know if you decide you are talking to me so I'll know to be listening." He then closed his eyes and pressed his head back against the pillow, trying to get comfortable.

Rosco stood and took a few steps toward Bo's cell. "And don't you go getting too comfy in that cell, now. It won't be too much longer before I bring ya downstairs for the night."

Bo opened one eye to be sure that Rosco was talking to him this time. "Don't worry about that." He answered, closing his eyes again.

"Good." Rosco paced a little, and then turned back to Bo. He decided to test the waters a bit to see what would happen. "Won't be too much longer before you ain't gonna be my problem anymore, either, so what do you think about that?"

The last remark caused Bo to open both his eyes this time. He sat up a bit, "What do I think about that? Rosco, you know what I think about that. It's a danged set up is what I think. Heck, it's what I know!" He then stood and walked up closer to Rosco and pointed his finger at him. "Luke and me never did none of them things we've been accused of, and whoever says we did is a danged liar!" He shook his head in disbelief. "Rosco, didn't you hear any of what happened in here today? Didn't you hear about the delivery truck, the doors opening on The General, no one actually seeing Luke and me from the front? Doesn't any of that seem just a little bit fishy to you?"

"It all sounded like circumstantial evidence to me." Rosco answered.

Bo's shoulders slumped slightly. "Why should I expect anything different from you? It's not like you ever had any real police intuition anyways. Uncle Jesse's always says that Enos is the only real law we have in this county, and I guess he's right about that, seeing how Enos is the only one out looking for any other clues at the moment."

Now it was Rosco's turn to point his finger. "Now just you hold on there, Bo. Don't you go talking to me like that. I'm the sheriff here and I deserve some respect."

Bo grimaced at him, but held his tongue. Years of being taught by Jesse to respect his elders prevented him from continuing that conversation any further.

Rosco nodded his head at him. "That's better. You know, I get mighty tired of people in this town treating me like I'm some sort of idiot. I've been upholding the law in these parts for over twenty five years. I have plenty of police intuition and I don't need the likes of you telling me how to do my job." Rosco walked back to his desk and leaned against the edge of it. "I have a mind of my own, you know. I can think for myself. I'm not stupid."

Bo looked at the floor for a moment. "I never said you were stupid, Rosco."

"Well you didn't have to say it. I knew you were thinking it. Police intuition, you know."

Bo was quiet for a moment, then responded. "I know a little bit about people thinking you're not very smart. I get that a lot."

"You do?"

"Sure. Especially when I was still in school. It wasn't easy following behind Luke and Daisy, who were really book smart. A lot of my teachers had it in their heads that I should be as smart as they were, and they were sure quick to point out how disappointed they were with me when I didn't learn things as quick as they did." Bo seemed lost in thought for a while, and then he shrugged. "But I guess none of that matters now anyways." He then looked up at Rosco and smiled. "So, I guess I can relate to how you feel." Bo then turned and paced a few steps in his cell.

Rosco seemed to calm down for a moment, "Well, I'm sorry for that, Bo. I didn't know it was like that for you."

"Yeah, that's okay. Luke is the smart one, everyone knows that. I never claimed to be as smart as him anyways." Not wanting to get off the subject, Bo turned it back. "But I'm smarter than to break into someone's house and steal from them, and I know Luke is smarter than what he's been accused of doing. Why is it so hard for you to believe that we're innocent?"

Rosco sighed heavily and folded his arms across his chest. "Bo, it's not that simple. Evidence is evidence and whether you want to admit it or not, there's a lot of evidence that points to you boys this time. I can't just look the other way. Besides, you're forgetting about Sheriff Little. Even if I did believe you, and I'm not saying that's the case, he has an entire case against Luke that's just as strong as the one we've got against you, and you know he's not gonna look the other way."

At that moment, Enos walked through the door holding a paper bag. "Hey yall. Phew! It sure is a scorcher out there tonight. I brought us all some nice cold ice cream for a dessert tonight." Setting the bag down on the Rosco's desk, Enos took out some dishes. "Here's your butter pecan, Sheriff, and I got my cherry ripple. Bo, I wasn't sure what your favorite was, but I figured everyone likes chocolate, so I got you a dish of that."

Bo smiled. "Thanks Enos. That was sure nice of you. I love chocolate ice cream." He and Rosco exchanged quick glances, indicating that their conversation would have to wait for another time. Bo did have to ask Enos one thing though, "Has anyone uncovered anything about the delivery truck or the other General Lee?"

"No, nothing yet, but I heard Cooter putting the information out on the Hazzard Net three times tonight. I don't think there's anyone left in Hazzard that won't have their eyes peeled for them." He gave an encouraging smile. "Try not to worry, Bo. If there's any information out there that will clear you and Luke, we will find it somehow."

Bo managed a smile back to Enos, however, his face didn't seem to hold the same optimism as Enos' did. Bo took his dish of ice cream back to his cot and once again made himself comfortable. His thoughts turned to Luke, and he could only hope that he was doing okay in the Chickasaw County jail. He sighed as he realized that there was nothing he could do for Luke, and knew he would have to wait until Jesse or Daisy either called or went to see him before Bo would know for sure how he was holding up.

It was much later in the evening now. Enos had brought Bo to the downstairs cell before he left for the evening, and Rosco had pulled the cot out from the upstairs cell to stretch out on for the night. Rosco had taken tonight's shift and Enos would be on duty overnight tomorrow. Rosco was just about to turn in for the night, when the phone rang. Rosco frowned and looked at the clock…it was close to midnight.

'Must be Boss checking up on me,' thought Rosco as he picked up the receiver. Instead of Boss, he heard a strange voice on the phone.

"Hello, Coltrane. I hope I didn't wake ya."

Rosco froze as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stiffen. "Who is this?"

The man on the other end of the phone line laughed a little. "What? You don't recognize me? I'm hurt."

"Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not…"

"Oh yes you are, and you're gonna hear everything I have to say. I spent two years of my life thinking about how I was going to get back at all of you for what you did. As you can see, so far my plan is working perfectly."

Rosco was trying very hard to control his breathing and keep his voice in check, but on the inside he could feel his heart trying to pound its way through his chest. "What plan are you talking about?"

Another chuckle, "Oh Coltrane, I thought perhaps you'd be a little smarter by now, but I can see that's just never gonna happen. I'm talking about the plan to take care of you and those Duke boys for good. The first two stages of my plan have been carried out, and now it's almost time for the third. By the way, did you enjoy your ice cream tonight?"

Rosco could feel the blood draining from his face, and he instinctively started looking around the jailhouse as if expecting to see someone looking back at him. "You've been close enough to be watching me?"

"Oh yes. You know what they say. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and I plan to keep you very close until I'm finished with you." There was one last chuckle from the caller, then "Sweet dreams, Coltrane. And say goodnight to the Duke boy downstairs for me."

Rosco continued to hold the receiver in his hand for about fifteen seconds after the dial tone began, and then he threw it down and hurried down the stairs. "Bo!" he called out as he reached the bottom of the stairwell and crashed through the doorway. "Bo, are you okay? Wake up!"

Bo rolled lazily over from his side to his stomach. "Ten more minutes, Luke." He answered in his sleep as he put his pillow over his head. Within seconds snoring could be heard. Rosco sighed in relief as he realized that the caller hadn't done any harm to his prisoner. He stood quietly for a moment as he waited for his breathing to calm and his heart to return to a somewhat normal rate. Rosco went back upstairs to be sure that all the doors and windows were locked up there, and then returned downstairs.

Rosco pulled the cot from the second cell so that it was half in and half out the cell door, then sat down on it while facing the stairwell with his gun drawn. There would be no way there would be anyone sneaking up on them tonight. Any ideas of sleep went right out the window with that phone call. He was on full watch duty tonight. He smirked at Bo as he watched him sleep. "What do you think of my police intuition now, boy?" he quietly said, "I do uphold my sworn duty to protect the public, and right now that public is your sorry hide and you don't even know I'm doing it." Bo had no response as he continued to snore away. Rosco couldn't help but smile. "And you're welcome, by the way."