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received by fax a copy of the new claim filed with the Mississippi Supreme Court； and frankly His Honor didn't think much of it but would nonetheless give it full consideration once it arrived in their court。
Adam took a little satisfaction in the knowledge that he had managed to keep four very different courts hopping at the same time。
At eleven； Morris Henry； the infamous Dr。 Death in the Attorney General's office； called to inform Adam that they had received the latest round of gangplank appeals； as he enjoyed calling them； and Mr。 Roxburgh himself had assigned a dozen lawyers to produce the responding paperwork。 Henry was nice enough on the phone； but the call had made its point … we have lots of lawyers； Adam。
The paperwork was being generated by the pound now； and the small conference table was covered with neat stacks of it。 Darlene was in and out of the office constantly … making copies； delivering phone messages； fetching coffee； proofreading briefs and petitions。 She'd been trained in the tedious field of government bonds； so the detailed and voluminous documents did not intimidate her。 She confessed more than once that this was an exciting change from her normal drudgery。 〃What's more exciting than a looming execution？〃 Adam asked。
Even Baker Cooley managed to tear himself away from the latest updates in federal banking regulations and popped in for a look。
Phelps called around eleven to ask if Adam wanted to meet for lunch。 Adam did not； and begged off by blaming deadlines and cranky judges。 Neither had heard from Lee。 Phelps said she'd disappeared before； but never for more than two days。 He was worried and thinking about hiring a private investigator。 He'd keep in touch。
〃There's a reporter here to see you；〃 Darlene said； handing him a business card declaring the presence of Anne L。 Piazza； correspondent for Newsweek。 She was the third reporter who'd contacted the office on Wednesday。 〃Tell her I'm sorry；〃 Adam said with no regret。
〃I did that already； but I thought that since it was Newsweek you might wanna know。〃
〃I don't care who it is。 Tell her the client's not talking either。〃
She left in a hurry as the phone was ringing。 It was Goodman； reporting from Jackson that he was to see the governor at one。 Adam brought him up to date on the flurry of activity and phone calls。
Darlene delivered a deli sandwich at twelvethirty。 Adam ate it quickly； then napped in a chair as his puter spewed forth another brief。
Goodman flipped through a car magazine as he waited alone in the reception area next to the governor's office。 The same pretty secretary worked on her nails between phone calls at her switchboard。 One o'clock came and went without ment。 Same for one…thirty。 The receptionist； now with glorious peach nails； apologized at two。 No problem； said Goodman with a warm smile。 The beauty of a pro bono career was that labor was not measured by time。 Success meant helping people； regardless of hours billed。
At two…fifteen； an intense young woman in a dark suit appeared from nowhere and walked to Goodman。 〃Mr。 Goodman； I'm Mona Stark； the governor's chief of staff。 The governor will see you now。〃 She smiled correctly； and Goodman followed her through a set of double doors and into a long； formal room with a desk at one end and a conference table far away at the other。
McAllister was standing by the window with his jacket off； tie loosened； sleeves up； very much the beleaguered and overworked servant of the people。 〃Hello； Mr。 Goodman；〃 he said with a hand thrust forward and teeth flashing brilliantly。
〃Governor； my pleasure；〃 Goodman said。 He had no briefcase； no standard lawyer accessories。 He looked as if he'd simply passed by on the street and decided to stop and meet the governor。
〃You've met Mr。 Larramore and Ms。 Stark；〃 McAllister said； waving a hand at each。
〃Yes。 We've met。 Thanks for seeing me on such short notice。〃 Goodman tried to match his dazzling smile； but it was hopeless。 At the moment； he was most humble and appreciative just to be in this great office。
〃Let's sit over here；〃 the governor said； waving at the conference table and leading the way。 The four of them sat on separate sides of the table。 Larramore and Mona withdrew pens and were poised for serious note…taking。 Goodman had nothing but his hands in front of him。
〃I understand there've been quite of lot of filings in the past few days；〃 McAllister said。
〃Yes sir。 Just curious； have you been through one of these before？〃 Goodman asked。
〃No。 Thankfully。〃
〃Well； this is not unusual。 I'm certain we'll be filing petitions until the last moment。〃
〃Can I ask you something； Mr。 Goodman？〃 the governor said sincerely。
〃Certainly。〃
〃I know you've handled many of these cases。 What's your prediction at this point？ How close will it get？〃
〃You never know。 Sam's a bit different from most inmates on death row because he's had good lawyers … good trial counsel； then superb appellate work。〃
〃By you； I believe。〃
Goodman smiled； then McAllister smiled； then Mona managed a grin。 Larramore remained hunched over his legal pad； his face contorted in furious concentration。
〃That's right。 So Sam's major claims have already been ruled on。 What you're seeing now are the desperate moves； but they often work。 I'd say fifty…fifty； today； seven days away。〃
Mona quickly recorded this on paper as if it carried some enormous legal significance。 Larramore had written every word so far。
McAllister thought about it for a few seconds。 〃I'm a little confused； Mr。 Goodman。 Your client does not know we're meeting。 He's opposed to the idea of a clemency hearing。 You want this meeting kept quiet。 So why are we here？〃
〃Things change； Governor。 Again； I've been here many times before。 I've watched men count down their last days。 It does strange things to the mind。 People change。 As the lawyer； I have to cover every base； every angle。〃
〃Are you asking for a hearing？〃
〃Yes sir。 A closed hearing。〃
〃When？〃
〃What about Friday？〃
〃In two days；〃 McAllister said as he gazed through a window。 Larramore cleared his throat； and asked； 〃What sort of witnesses do you anticipate？〃
〃Good question。 If I had names； I'd give them to you now； but I don't。 Our presentation will be brief。〃
〃Who will testify for the state？〃 McAllister asked Larramore； whose moist teeth glistened as he pondered。 Goodman looked away。
〃I'm certain the victims' family will want to say something。 The crime is usually discussed。 Someone from the prison might be needed to discuss the type of inmate he's been。 These hearings are quite flexible。〃
〃I know more about the crime than anyone；〃 McAllister said； almost to himself。
〃It's a strange situation；〃 Goodman confessed。 〃I've had my share of clemency hearings； and the prosecutor is usually the first witness to testify against the defendant。 In this case； you were the prosecutor。〃
〃Why do you want the hearing closed？〃
〃The governor has long been an advocate of open meetings；〃 Mona added。
〃It's really best for everyone；〃 Goodman said； much like the learned professor。 〃It's less pressure on you； Governor； because it's not exposed and you don't have a lot of unsolicit