按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Sam Cayhall； their hero。 It's a regular circus。〃
〃I saw it on television。〃
〃They're also marching in Jackson around the state capitol。〃
〃This is my fault？〃
〃No。 It's your execution。 You're a symbol now。 About to bee a martyr。〃
〃What am I supposed to do？〃
〃Nothing。 Just go ahead and die； and they'll all be happy。〃
〃Aren't you an asshole today？〃
〃Sorry； Sam。 The pressure's getting to me。〃
〃Throw in the towel。 I have。 I highly remend it。〃
〃Forget it。 I've got these clowns on the run； Sam。 I have not yet begun to fight。〃
〃Yeah； you've filed three petitions； and a total of seven courts have turned you down。 Zero for seven。 I hate to see what'll happen when you really get cranked up。〃 Sam said this with a wicked smile； and the humor found its mark。 Adam laughed at it； and both breathed a bit easier。 〃I have this great idea for a lawsuit after you're gone；〃 he said； feigning excitement。
〃After I'm gone？〃
〃Sure。 We'll sue them for wrongful death。 We'll name McAllister； Nugent； Roxburgh； the State of Mississippi。 We'll bring in everybody。〃
〃It's never been done；〃 Sam said； stroking his beard； as if deep in thought。
〃Yeah； I know。 Thought of it all by myself。 We might not win a dime； but think of the fun I'll have harassing those bastards for the next five years。〃
〃You have my permission to file it。 Sue them！〃
The smiles slowly disappeared and the humor was gone。 Adam found something else on his checklist。 〃Just a couple more items。 Lucas Mann asked me to ask you about your witnesses。 You're entitled to have two people in the witness room； in case this gets that far。〃
〃Donnie doesn't want to do it。 I will not allow you to be there。 I can't imagine anybody else who'd want to see it。〃
〃Fine。 Speaking of them； I have at least thirty
requests for interviews。 Virtually every major paper and news magazine wants access。〃
〃No。〃
〃Fine。 Remember that writer we discussed last time； Wendall Sherman？ The one who wants to record your story on tape and〃
〃Yeah。 For fifty thousand bucks。〃
〃Now it's a hundred thousand。 His publisher will put up the money。 He wants to get everything on tape； watch the execution； do extensive research； then write a big book about it。
〃No。〃
〃Fine。〃
〃I don't want to spend the next three days talking about my life。 I don't want some stranger poking his nose around Ford County。 And I don't particularly need a hundred thousand dollars at this point in my life。〃
〃Fine with me。 You once mentioned the clothing you wanted to wear … 〃
〃Donnie's taking care of it。〃
〃Okay。 Moving right along。 Barring a stay； you're allowed to have two people with you during your final hours。 Typically； the prison has a form for you to sign designating these people。〃
〃It's always the lawyer and the minister； right？〃
〃That's correct。〃
〃Then it's you； and Ralph Griffin； I guess。〃
Adam filled the names in on a form。 〃Who's Ralph Griffin？〃
〃The new minister here。 He's opposed to the death penalty； can you believe it？ His predecessor thought we should all be gassed； in the name of Jesus； of course。〃
Adam handed the form to Sam。 〃Sign here。〃
Sam scribbled his name and handed it back。
〃You're entitled to a last conjugal visit。〃
Sam laughed loudly。 〃e on； son。 I'm an old man。〃
〃It's on the checklist； okay。 Lucas Mann whispered to me the other day that I should mention it to you。〃
〃Okay。 You've mentioned it。〃
〃I have another form here for your personal effects。 Who gets them？〃
〃You mean my estate？〃
〃Sort of。〃
〃This is morbid as hell； Adam。 Why are we doing this now？〃
〃I'm a lawyer； Sam。 We get paid to sweat the details。 It's just paperwork。〃
〃Do you want my things？〃
Adam thought about this for a moment。 He didn't want to hurt Sam's feelings； but at the same time he couldn't imagine what he'd do with a few ragged old garments； worn books； portable television； and rubber shower shoes。 〃Sure；〃 he said。
〃Then they're yours。 Take them and burn them。〃
〃Sign here；〃 Adam said； shoving the form under his face。 Sam signed it； then jumped to his feet and started pacing again。 〃I really want you to meet Donnie。〃
〃Sure。 Whatever you want；〃 Adam said； stuffing his legal pad and the forms into his briefcase。 The nitpicking details were now plete。 The briefcase seemed much heavier。
〃I'll be back in the morning；〃 he said to Sam。
〃Bring me some good news； okay。〃
Colonel Nugent strutted along the edge of the highway with a dozen armed prison guards behind him。 He glared at the Klansmen； twenty…six at last count； and he scowled at the brown…shined Nazis； ten in all。 He stopped and stared at the group of skinheads mingling next to the Nazis。 He swaggered around the edge of the grassy protest strip； pausing for a moment to speak to two Catholic nuns sitting under a large umbrella； as far away from the other demonstrators as possible。 The temperature was one hundred degrees； and the nuns were broiling under the shade。 They sipped ice water； their posters resting on their knees and facing the highway。
The nuns asked him who he was and what he wanted。 He explained that he was the acting warden for the prison； and that he was simply making sure the demonstration was orderly。
They asked him to leave。
43
PERHAPS it was because it was Sunday； or maybe it was the rain； but Adam drank his morning coffee in unexpected serenity。 It was still dark outside； and the gentle dripping of a warm； summer shower on the patio was mesmerizing。 He stood in the open door and listened to the splashing of the raindrops。 It was too early for traffic on Riverside Drive below。 There were no noises from the tugboats on the river。 All was quiet and peaceful。
And there wasn't a heckuva lot to be done this day； Day Three before the execution。 He would start at the office； where another last minute petition had to be organized。 The issue was so ridiculous Adam was almost embarrassed to file it。 Then he would drive to Parchman and sit with Sam for a spell。
It was unlikely there would be movement by any court on Sunday。 It was certainly possible since the death clerks and their staffs were on call when an execution was looming。 But Friday and Saturday had passed without rulings ing down； and he expected the same inactivity today。 Tomorrow would be much different； in his untrained and untested opinion。
Tomorrow would be nothing but frenzy。 And Tuesday； which of course was scheduled to be Sam's last day as a breathing soul； would be a nightmare of stress。
But this Sunday morning was remarkably calm。 He had slept almost seven hours； another recent record。 His head was clear； his pulse normal； his breathing relaxed。 His mind was uncluttered and posed。
He flipped through the Sunday paper； scanning the headlines but reading nothing。 There were at least two stories about the Cayhall execution； one with more pictures of the growing circus outside the prison gate。 The rain stopped when the sun came up； and he sat in a wet rocker for an hour scanning Lee's architectural magazines。 After a couple of hours of peace and tranquility； Adam was bored and ready for action。
There was unfinished business in Lee's bedroom； a matter