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lls at their very best。 Caught in the act； and quite proud of it。〃
〃Stop it； Lee。〃
〃There were other lynchings； you know。〃
〃Shut up； Lee。 Okay？ I don't want to hear any more。〃
She leaned to her side and reached for the nightstand。
〃What are you drinking； Lee？〃
〃Cough syrup。〃
〃Bullshit！〃 Adam jumped to his feet and walked through the darkness to the nightstand。 Lee quickly gulped the last of the liquid。 He grabbed the glass from her hand and sniffed the top of it。 〃This is bourbon。〃
〃There's more in the pantry。 Would you get it for me？〃
〃No！ You've had more than enough。〃
〃If I want it； I'll get it。〃
〃No you won't； Lee。 You're not drinking any more tonight。 Tomorrow I'll take you to the doctor； and we'll get some help。〃
〃I don't need help。 I need a gun。〃
Adam placed the glass on the dresser and switched on a lamp。 She shielded her eyes for a few seconds； then looked at him。 They were red and puffy。 Her hair was wild； dirty； and unkempt。
〃Not a pretty sight； huh；〃 she said； slurring her words； and looking away。
〃No。 But we'll get help； Lee。 We'll do it tomorrow。〃
〃Get me a drink； Adam。 Please。〃
〃No。〃
〃Then leave me alone。 This is all your fault； you know。 Now； leave； please。 Go on to bed。〃
Adam grabbed a pillow from the center of the bed and threw it against the door。 〃I'm sleeping here tonight；〃 he said； pointing at the pillow。 〃I'm locking the door； and you're not leaving this room。〃
She glared at him； but said nothing。 He switched off the lamp； and the room was pletely dark。 He pressed the lock on the knob and stretched out on the carpet against the door。 〃Now sleep it off； Lee。〃
〃Go to bed； Adam。 I promise I won't leave the room。〃
〃No。 You're drunk； and I'm not moving。 If you try to open this door； I'll physically put you back in the bed。〃
〃That sounds sort of romantic。〃
〃Knock it off； Lee。 Go to sleep。〃
〃I can't sleep。〃
〃Try it。〃
〃Let's tell Cayhall stories； okay； Adam？ I know a few more lynching stories。〃
〃Shut up； Lee！〃 Adam screamed； and she was suddenly quiet。 The bed squeaked as she wiggled and flipped and got herself situated。 After fifteen minutes； she was subdued。 After thirty minutes； the floor became unfortable and Adam rolled from side to side。
Sleep came in brief naps； interrupted by long periods of staring at the ceiling and worrying about her； and about the Fifth Circuit。 At one point during the night he sat with his back to the door and stared through the darkness in the direction of the drawer。 Was the book really there？ He was tempted to sneak over and get it； then ease into the bathroom to look for the picture。 But he couldn't risk waking her。 And he didn't want to see it。
33
HE found a pint of bourbon hidden behind a box of saltines in the pantry； and emptied it in the sink。 It was dark outside。 Sunlight was an hour away。 He made the coffee strong； and sipped it on the sofa while he rehearsed the arguments he would present in a few hours in New Orleans。
He reviewed his notes on the patio at dawn； and by seven he was in the kitchen making toast。 No sign of Lee。 He didn't want a confrontation； but one was necessary。 He had things to say； and she had apologies to make； and he rattled plates and forks on the counter。 The volume was increased for the morning news。
But there was no movement from her part of the condo。 After he showered and dressed； he gently turned the knob to her door。 It was locked。 She had sealed herself in her cave； and prevented the painful talk of the morning after。 He wrote a note and explained that he would be in New Orleans today and tonight； and he would see her tomorrow。 He said he was sorry for now； and they would talk about it later。 He pleaded with her not to drink。
The note was placed on the counter where she couldn't miss it。 Adam left the condo and drove to the airport。
The direct flight to New Orleans took fifty…five minutes。 Adam drank fruit juice and tried to sit fortably to soothe his stiff back。 He'd slept less than three hours on the floor by the door； and vowed not to do it again。 By her own admission； she'd been through recovery three times over the years； and if she couldn't stay off the booze by herself there was certainly nothing he could do to help。 He would stay in Memphis until this miserable case was over； and if his aunt couldn't stay sober； then he could manage things from a hotel room。
He fought himself to forget about her for the next few hours。 He needed to concentrate on legal matters； not lynchings and photographs and horror stories from the past； not his beloved aunt and her problems。
The plane touched down in New Orleans； and suddenly his concentration became sharper。 He mentally clicked off the names of dozens of recent death penalty cases from the Fifth Circuit and the U。S。 Supreme Court。
The hired car was a Cadillac sedan； one arranged by Darlene and charged to Kravitz & Bane。 It came with a driver； and as Adam relaxed in the rear seat he conceded that life in a big firm did indeed have certain advantages。 Adam had never been to New Orleans before； and the drive from the airport could've taken place in any city。 Just traffic and express…ways。 The driver turned onto Poydras Street by the Superdome； and suddenly they were downtown。 He explained to his passenger that the French Quarter was a few blocks away； not far from Adam's hotel。 The car stopped on Camp Street； and Adam stepped onto the sidewalk in front of a building simply called the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals。 It was an impressive structure； with Greek columns and lots of steps leading to the front entrance。
He found the clerk's office on the main floor； and asked for the gentleman he'd spoken to； a Mr。 Feriday。 Mr。 Feriday was as sincere and courteous in person as he'd been on the phone。 He properly registered Adam； and explained some of the rules of the court。 He asked Adam if he wanted a quick tour of the place。 It was almost noon； the place was not busy； and it was the perfect time for a look around。 They headed for the courtrooms； passing along the way various offices of the judges and staff。
〃The Fifth Circuit has fifteen judges；〃 Mr。 Feriday explained as they walked casually over marble floors； 〃and their offices are along these hallways。 Right now the court has three vacancies； and the nominations are tied up in Washington。〃 The corridors were dark and quiet； as if great minds were at work behind the broad wooden doors。
Mr。 Feriday went first to the En Banc courtroom； a large； intimidating stage with fifteen chairs sitting snugly together in a halfcircle in the front of the room。 〃Most of the work here is assigned to three…judge panels。 But occasionally the entire body sits en banc；〃 he explained quietly； as if still in awe of the spectacular room。 The bench was elevated well above the rest of the room； so that the lawyers at the podium below looked upward as they pleaded。 The room was marble and dark wood； heavy drapes and a huge chandelier。 It was ornate but understated； old but meticulously maintained； and as Adam inspected it he felt quite frightened。 Only rarely does the entire court sit en banc； Mr。 Feriday explained again as if he were instructi