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〃e on； Sam。 Don't do this。〃
〃I can't help it。〃
〃Please； Sam。〃
〃Okay； okay。 Something pleasant。〃 His voice trailed off and he leaned over。 His head was low and hanging almost between his legs。
Adam wanted an in…depth conversation about the mysterious acplice。 He wanted to know it all … the real details of the bombing； the disappearance； how and why Sam got caught。 He also wanted to know what might bee of this guy； especially since he was out there； watching and waiting。 But these questions would not be answered； so he let them pass。 Sam would take many secrets to his grave。
The arrival of the governor's helicopter created a stir along the front entrance of Parchman。 It landed on the other side of the highway where another prison van waited。 With a bodyguard on each elbow and Mona Stark racing behind； McAllister scampered into the van。 〃It's the governor！〃 someone yelled。 The hymns and prayers stopped momentarily。 Cameras raced to film the van； which raced through the front gate and disappeared。
Minutes later； it stopped near the ambulance behind MSU。 The bodyguards and Ms。 Stark remained in the van。 Nugent met the governor and escorted him into the witness room where he took a seat in the front row。 He nodded at the other witnesses； all sweating profusely by now。 The room was an oven。 Black mosquitoes bounced along the walls。 Nugent asked if there was anything he could fetch for the governor。
〃Popcorn；〃 McAllister cracked； but no one laughed。 Nugent frowned and left the room。
〃Why are you here？〃 a reporter asked immediately。
〃No ment；〃 McAllister said smugly。
The ten of them sat in silence； staring at the black drapes and anxiously checking their watches。 The nervous chatter had ended。 They avoided eye contact； as if they were ashamed to be participants in such a macabre event。
Nugent stopped at the door of the gas chamber and consulted a checklist。 It was eleven…forty。 He told the doctor to enter the Isolation Room； then he stepped outside and gave the signal for the guards to be removed from the four towers around MSU。 The odds of escaping gas injuring a tower guard after the execution were minuscule； but Nugent loved the details。
The knock on the door was faint indeed； but at the moment it sounded as if a sledgehammer were being used。 It cracked through the silence； startling both Adam and Sam。 The door opened。 The young doctor stepped in； tried to smile； dropped to one knee； and asked Sam to unbutton his shirt。 A round stethoscope was stuck to his pale skin； with a short wire left hanging to his belt。
The doctor's hands shook。 He said nothing。
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AT eleven…thirty； Hez Kerry； Garner Goodman； John Bryan Glass； and two of his students stopped their idle talk and held hands around the cluttered table in Kerry's office。 Each offered a silent prayer for Sam Cayhall； then Hez voiced one for the group。 They sat in their seats； deep in thought； deep in silence； and said another short one for Adam。
The end came quickly。 The clock； sputtering and braking for the last twenty…four hours； suddenly roared ahead。
For a few minutes after the doctor left； they shared a light； nervous chatter as Sam walked twice across the small room； measuring it； then leaned on the wall opposite the bed。 They talked about Chicago； and Kravitz & Bane； and Sam couldn't imagine how three hundred lawyers existed in the same building。 There was a jittery laugh or two； and a few tense smiles as they waited for the next dreaded knock。
It came at precisely eleven fifty…five。 Three sharp raps； then a long pause。 Nugent waited before barging in。
Adam immediately jumped to his feet。 Sam took a deep breath； and clenched his jaws。 He pointed a finger at Adam。 〃Listen to me；〃 he said firmly。 〃You can walk in there with me； but you cannot stay。〃
〃I know。 I don't want to stay； Sam。〃
〃Good。〃 The crooked finger dropped； the jaws slackened； the face sank。 Sam reached forward and took Adam by the shoulders。 Adam pulled him close and hugged him gently。
〃Tell Lee I love her；〃 Sam said； his voice breaking。 He pulled away slightly and looked Adam in the eyes。 〃Tell her I thought about her to the very end。 And I'm not mad at her for not ing。 I wouldn't want to e here either if I didn't have to。〃
Adam's head nodded quickly； and he struggled not to cry。 Anything； Sam； anything。
〃Say hello to your mom。 I always liked her。 Give my love to Carmen； she's a great kid。 I'm sorry about all this； Adam。 It's a terrible legacy for you guys to carry。〃
〃We'll do fine； Sam。〃
〃I know you will。 I'll die a very proud man； son； because of you。〃
〃I'll miss you；〃 Adam said； the tears now running down his cheeks。
The door opened and the colonel stepped in。 〃It's time now； Sam；〃 he said sadly。
Sam faced him with a brave smile。 〃Let's do it。〃 he said strongly。 Nugent went first； then Sam； then Adam。 They stepped into the Chamber Room； which was packed with people。 Everyone stared at Sam； then immediately looked away。 They were ashamed； thought Adam。 Ashamed to be here taking part in this nasty little deed。 They wouldn't look at Adam。
Monday； the executioner； and his assistant were along the wall next to the chemical room。 Two uniformed guards were crowded next to them。 Lucas Mann and a deputy warden were near the door。 The doctor was busy to the immediate right； adjusting his EKG and trying to appear calm。
And in the center of the room； now surrounded by the various participants； was the chamber； an octagonal…shaped tube with a gleaming fresh coat of silver paint。 Its door was open； the fateful wooden chair just waiting； a row of covered windows behind it。
The door to the outside of the room was open； but there was no draft。 The room was like a sauna； everyone was drenched with sweat。 The two guards took Sam and led him into the chamber。 He counted the steps … only five of them from the door to the chamber … and suddenly he was inside； sitting； looking around the men to find Adam。 The men's hands moved rapidly。
Adam had stopped just inside the door。 He leaned on the wall for strength； his knees'spongy and weak。 He stared at the people in the room； at the chamber； at the floor； the EKG。 It was all so sanitary！ The freshly painted walls。 The sparkling concrete floors。 The doctor with his machines。 The clean； sterile little chamber with its glowing luster。 The antiseptic smell from the chemical room。 Everything so spotless and hygienic。 It should've been a clinic where people went to get themselves healed。
What if I vomit on the floor； right here at the feet of the good doctor； what would that do for your disinfected little room； Nugent？ How would the manual treat that； Nugent； if I just lost it right here in front of the chamber？ Adam clutched his stomach。
Straps on Sam's arms； two of them for each； then two more for the legs； over the shiny new Dickies； then the hideous head brace so he wouldn't hurt himself when the gas hit。 There now； all buckled down； and ready for the vapors。 All neat and tidy； spotless and germ…free； no blood to be shed。 Nothing to pollute this flawless； moral killing。
The guards backed out of the narrow door； proud of their work。
Adam looked at him sitting