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es contained herein and make sure they're current。〃
Mann stared at the black binder but did not touch it。
〃And second； I'd like a report each day on the status of all appeals。 As I understand it； there are no legal impediments as of this morning。〃
〃That's correct； sir；〃 Mann answered。
〃I'd like something in writing first thing each morning with the updates。〃
〃Then hire yourself a lawyer； sir。 You're not my boss； and I'll be damned if I'll write a little brief for your morning coffee。 I'll let you know if something happens； but I won't push paper for you。〃
Ah； the frustrations of civilian life。 Nugent longed for the discipline of the military。 Damned lawyers。 〃Very well。 Will you please review the protocol？〃
Mann flipped it open and turned a few pages。 〃You know； we've managed four executions without all this。〃
〃I find that very surprising； frankly。〃
〃Frankly； I don't。 We've bee quite efficient； I'm sad to say。〃
〃Look； Lucas； I don't relish this；〃 Nugent said wistfully。 〃Phillip asked me to do it。 I hope there's a stay。 I really do。 But if not； then we must be prepared。 I want this to run smoothly。〃
Mann acknowledged the obvious lie； and picked up the manual。 Nugent had yet to witness an execution； and he was counting hours； not days。 He couldn't wait to see Sam strapped in the chair； sniffing gas。
Lucas nodded and left the office。 In the hallway； he passed Bill Monday； the state executioner； no doubt headed to Nugent's for a quiet pep talk。
Adam arrived at the Twig shortly before 3 P。m。 The day had begun with the panic over Lee's drunk driving mess； and had not improved。
He had been sipping coffee at his desk； nursing a headache and trying to do some research； when in the span of ten minutes Darlene brought a fax from New Orleans and a fax from the district court。 He'd lost twice。 The Fifth Circuit upheld the decision of the federal court on Sam's claim that the gas chamber was unconstitutional because it was cruel and obsolete； and the district court denied the claim that Benjamin Keyes had performed ineffectively at trial。 The headache had suddenly been forgotten。 Within an hour； the Death Clerk； Mr。 Richard Olander； had called from Washington inquiring about Adam's plans to appeal； and he also wanted to know what other filings might be contemplated by the defense。 He told Adam that there were only eight working days to go； you know； as if Adam had to be reminded。 Thirty minutes after Olander's call； a clerk at the death desk of the Fifth Circuit called and asked Adam when he planned to appeal the district court's ruling。
Adam had explained to both death clerks at both courts that he was perfecting his appeals as quickly as possible； and he would try to file by the end of the day。 When he stopped to think about it； it was a little unnerving practicing law with such an audience。 At this moment of the process； there were courts and justices watching to see what he would do next。 There were clerks calling and asking what he might be contemplating。 The reason was obvious and disheartening。 They weren't concerned with whether or not Adam would seize the magical issue that would prevent an execution。 They were concerned only about logistics。 The death clerks had been instructed by their superiors to monitor the waning days so the courts could rule quickly； usually against the inmate。 These justices did not enjoy reading briefs at three in the morning。 They wanted copies of all last minute filings on their desks long before the appeals officially arrived。
Phelps had called him at the office just before noon with the news that Lee had not been found。 He had checked every detox and recovery facility within a hundred miles； and no one had admitted a Lee Booth。 He was still searching； but was very busy now with meetings and such。
Sam arrived at the prison library thirty minutes later in a somber mood。 He'd heard the bad news at noon on television； on the Jackson station that was counting down the days。 Only nine more。 He sat at the table and stared blankly at Adam。 〃Where are the Eskimo Pies？〃 he asked sadly； like a small child who wanted candy。
Adam reached under the table and retrieved a small Styrofoam cooler。 He placed it on the table and 。opened it。 〃They almost confiscated these at the front gate。 Then the guards picked through and threatened to throw them out。 So； enjoy。〃
Sam grabbed one； admired it for a long second； then carefully peeled off the wrapper。 He licked the chocolate coating； then took a massive bite。 He chewed it slowly with his eyes closed。
Minutes later； the first Eskimo Pie was gone； and Sam started on the second。 〃Not a good day；〃 he said； licking the edges。
Adam slid some papers to him。 〃Here are both decisions。 Short； to the point； and strongly against us。 You don't have a lot of friends on these courts； Sam。〃
〃I know。 At least the rest of the world adores me。 I don't wanna read that crap。 What do we do next？〃
〃We're gonna prove you're too crazy to execute； that because of your advanced age you don't fully prehend the nature of your punishment。〃
〃Won't work。〃
〃You liked the idea Saturday。 What's happened？〃
〃It won't work。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃Because I'm not insane。 I know full well why I'm being executed。 You're doing what lawyers do best … dreaming up offbeat theories； then finding wacky experts to prove them。〃 He took a large bite of ice cream and licked his lips。
〃You want me to quit？〃 Adam snapped。
Sam pondered his yellow fingernails。 〃Maybe；〃 he said； quickly running his tongue across a finger。
Adam slid into the seat next to him； as opposed to his usual lawyerly position across the table； and studied him closely。 〃What's the matter； Sam？〃
〃I don't know。 I've been thinking。〃
〃I'm listening。〃
〃When I was very young； my best friend was killed in a car wreck。 He was twenty…six； had a new wife； new child； new house； his whole life in front of him。 Suddenly； he was dead。 I've outlived him by forty…three years。 My oldest brother died when he was fifty…six。 I've outlived him by thirteen years。 I'm an old man； Adam。 A very old man。 I'm tired。 I feel like giving it up。〃
〃e on； Sam。〃
〃Look at the advantages。 It takes the pressure off you。 You won't be forced to spend the next week running crazy and filing useless claims。 You won't feel like a failure when it's over。 I won't spend my last days praying for a miracle； but instead I can get my things in order。 We can spend more time together。 It'll make a lot of people happy … the Kramers； McAllister； Roxburgh； eighty percent of the American people who favor the death penalty。 It'll be another glorious moment for law and order。 I can go out with a little dignity； instead of looking like a desperate man who's afraid to die。 It's really quite appealing。〃
〃What's happened to you； Sam？ Last Saturday you were still ready to fight the bear。〃
〃I'm tired of fighting。 I'm an old man。 I've had a long life。 And what if you're successful in saving my skin？ Where does that leave me？
I'm not going anyplace； Adam。 You'll go back to Chicago and bury yourself in your career。 I'm sure you'll e down whenever you can。 We'll write letters and send cards。 But I have to live on the R