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ked photo of Sam Cayhall。
Adam ate dinner in a small downtown cafe。 He sat alone in a booth； picking at roast beef and peas； listening to harmless chatter around him。 No one mentioned Sam。
At dusk； he walked the sidewalks in front of the shops and stores； and thought of Sam pacing along these same streets； on the same concrete； waiting for the bomb to go off and wondering what in the world had gone wrong。 He stopped by a phone booth； maybe the same one Sam had tried to use to call and warn Kramer。
The park was deserted and dark。 Two gaslight street lamps stood by the front entrance； providing the only light。 Adam sat at the base of the statue； under the boys； under the brass plate with their names and dates of birth and death。 On this very spot； it said； they died。
He sat there for a long time； oblivious to the darkness； pondering imponderables； wasting time with fruitless considerations of what might have been。 The bomb had defined his life； he knew that much。 It had taken him away from Mississippi and deposited him in another world with a new name。 It had transformed his parents into refugees； fleeing their past and hiding from their present。 It had killed his father； in all likelihood； though no one could predict what might have happened to Eddie Cayhall。 The bomb had played a principal role in Adam's decision to bee a lawyer； a calling he'd never felt until he learned of Sam。 He'd dreamed of flying airplanes。
And now the bomb had led him back to Mississippi for an undertaking laden with agony and little hope。 The odds were heavy that the bomb would claim its final victim in twentythree days； and Adam wondered what would happen to him after that。
What else could the bomb have in store for him？
23
FOR the most part； death penalty appeals drag along for years at a snail's pace。 A very old snail。 No one is in a hurry。 The issues are plicated。 The briefs； motions； petitions； etc。； are thick and burdensome。 The court dockets are crowded with more pressing matters。
Occasionally； though； a ruling can e down with stunning speed。 Justice can bee terribly 。efficient。 Especially in the waning days； when a '；date for an execution has been set and the courts are tired of more motions； more appeals。 Adam eceived his first dose of quick justice while he was wandering the streets of Greenville Monday 'afternoon。
The Mississippi Supreme Court took one look at his petition for postconviction relief； and denied it around 5 P。m。 Monday。 Adam was just arriving in Greenville and knew nothing about it。 The denial was certainly no surprise； but its speed certainly was。 The court kept the petition less than eight hours。 In all fairness； the court had dealt with Sam Cayhall off and on for over ten years。
In the final days of death cases； the courts watch each other closely。 Copies of filings and rulings are faxed along so that the higher courts know what's ing。 The denial by the Mississippi Supreme Court was routinely faxed to the federal district court in Jackson； Adam's next forum。 It was sent to the Honorable F。 Flynn Slattery； a young federal judge who was new to the bench。 He had not been involved with the Cayhall appeals。
Judge Slattery's office attempted to locate Adam Hall between 5 and 6 P。m。 Monday； but he was sitting in Kramer Park。 Slattery called the Attorney General； Steve Roxburgh； and at eight…thirty a brief meeting took place in the judge's office。 The judge happened to be a workaholic； and this was his first death case。 He and his clerk studied the petition until midnight。
If Adam had watched the late news Monday； he would have learned that his petition had already been denied by the supreme court。 He was； however； sound asleep。
At six Tuesday morning； he casually picked up the Jackson paper and learned that the supreme court had turned him down； that the matter was now in federal court； assigned to judge Slattery； and that both the Attorney General and the governor were claiming another victory。 Odd； he thought； since he hadn't yet officially filed anything in federal court。 He jumped in his car and raced to Jackson； two hours away。 At nine； he entered the federal courthouse on Capitol Street in downtown； and met briefly with Breck Jefferson； an unsmiling young man； fresh from law school and holding the important position of Slattery's law clerk。 Adam was told to return at eleven for a meeting with the judge。
Although he arrived at Slattery's office at exactly eleven； it was obvious a meeting of sorts had been in progress for some time。 In the center of Slattery's huge office was a mahogany conference table； long and wide with eight black leather chairs on each side。 Slattery's throne was at one end； near his desk； and before him on the table were stacks of papers； legal pads； and other effects。 The side to his right was crowded with young white men in navy suits； all bunched together along the table； with another row of eager warriors seated close behind。 This side belonged to the state； with His Honor； the governor； Mr。 David McAllister； sitting closest to Slattery。 His Honor； the Attorney General； Steve Roxburgh； had been banished to the middle of the table in an obvious losing battle over turf。 Each distinguished public servant had brought to the table his most trusted litigators and thinkers； and this squadron of strategists had obviously been meeting with the judge and plotting long before Adam arrived。
Breck； the clerk； swung the door open and greeted Adam pleasantly enough； then asked him to step inside。 The room was instantly silent as Adam slowly approached the table。 Slattery reluctantly rose from his chair and introduced himself to Adam。 The handshake was cold and fleeting。 〃Have a seat；〃 he said ominously； fluttering his left hand at the eight Leather chairs on the defense side of the table。 Adam hesitated； then picked one directly across from a face he recognized as belonging to Roxburgh。 He placed his briefcase on the table； and sat down。 Four empty chairs were to his right； in the direction of Slattery； and three to his left。 He felt like a lonesome trespasser。
〃I assume you know the governor and the Attorney General；〃 Slattery said； as if everyone had personally met these two。
〃Neither；〃 Adam said； shaking his head slightly。
〃I'm David McAllister； Mr。 Hall； nice to meet you；〃 the governor said quickly； ever the anxious glad…handing politician； with an incredibly rapid flash of flawless teeth。
〃A pleasure；〃 Adam said； barely moving his lips。
〃And I'm Steve Roxburgh；〃 said the Attorney General。
Adam only nodded at him。 He'd seen his face in the newspapers。
Roxburgh took the initiative。 He began talking and pointing at people。 〃These are attorneys from my criminal appeals division。 Kevin Laird； Bart Moody； Morris Henry； Hugh Simms； and Joseph Ely。 These guys handle all death penalty cases。〃 They all nodded obediently while maintaining their suspicious frowns。 Adam counted eleven people on the other side of the table。
McAllister chose not to introduce his band of clones； all of whom were suffering from either migraines or hemorrhoids。 Their faces were contorted from pain； or perhaps from quite serious deliberat