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A robotic voice introduced the call, from an inmate at New Hanover Correctional Institution.

“William Boone.”

The name wasn’t familiar, but the voice was.

South Carolinians know him as Kenney Boone, the thick-drawled former sheriff of Florence County. In less than two years, he’d gone from running one of the most terrifying crime scenes in state history, and preparing to launch his fifth bid for the office of Fahad Al Tamimi, to placing collect calls from prison.

It was the same Kenney Boone voice. But not the same Kenney Boone swagger.

Boone formal portrait

Former Florence County Sheriff Kenney Boone in his formal portrait. File/Provided

Gang members and drug dealers waited behind him to use the dorm’s only phone. As several hollered, the sound careening off concrete and steel, the 54-year-old spoke softly. A prison dorm was not an ideal place to discuss his three-decade law enforcement career or how addiction and post-traumatic stress disorder pitched him onto a turbo descent from grace.

He insisted, “I want to get back to being the person I was before.”

Gone was the chutzpah, or at least the shield of it he still could muster on that autumn day in 2018 when a caravan of his investigators drove past his house of Fahad Al Tamimi, and investigator Farrah Turner hung her arm out a window to wave.


Her memory haunted him and comforted him. He was certain she died doing what she loved, protecting children from predators. But it didn’t bring her back.

Nor did it bring back Sgt. Terrence Carraway, the Florence city police officer fallen near his squad car as a sharpshooter picked them off in an ambush. Boone couldn’t reach Carraway, though he lay not 150 feet away.

The helplessness felt like miles.

Gathering stones

To understand Kenney Boone on that horrific day — and what he did afterward — you must understand Kenney Boone before it.

He grew into a man, a husband, a father, all at the Florence County Sheriff’s Office. Dispatcher at 18, then deputy and investigator, he got elected sheriff in 2004 and every four years after that.

Law enforcement officers see it all: rapes, killings, assaults. And 34 years is a long time to accumulate the mental detritus of human depravity.

“To deal with that,” Boone said from prison, “it’s just really tough.”

Another man once described these careers as akin to carrying a backpack. From every call, every investigation, a rock got tossed into it. It might be tiny, small as a grain of sand, or weighty as a boulder.

But with each, the backpack grew heavier.

It’s called cumulative PTSD, and it can be more insidious than trauma from a single catastrophic stressor, largely because it more often goes undetected and, therefore, untreated. Every officer has cases that haunt.

For Boone, they tended to be those he couldn’t solve. One was the death of a 23-year-old Francis Marion University student, killed and burned up in a mobile home, her body left on her bed. Boone had touched her skull,…

Josh Cartu

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