Gill Newton had been the governor of Texas for five years, and though polls showed an enviable level of approval among the electorate1, the polls were dwarfed2 by his own estimation of his popularity. He was from Laredo, far down in South Texas, where he'd been raised on a ranch3 that had been owned by his grandfather, who'd once been a sheriff. Gill had scratched his way through college and law school, and when no firm would hire him, he became an assistant prosecutor5 in El Paso. At the age of twenty-nine, he was elected district attorney in the first of many successful campaigns. He had never lost one. By the age of forty, he'd sent five men to death row. As governor, he'd watched two of them die, explaining that it was his duty since he'd prosecuted6 them. Though records were sketchy7, it was widely believed that Newton was the only sitting governor of Texas to witness an execution. This was certainly true for the modern era. In interviews, he claimed that watching the men die had given him a sense of closure. "I remember the victims," he said. "I kept thinking about the victims. These were horrible crimes."
Newton seldom passed on a chance to be interviewed.
Brash, loud, vulgar (in private), he was wildly popular because of his antigovernment rhetoric8, his unwavering beliefs, his outrageous9 comments that he never apologized for, and his love of Texas and its history of fierce independence. The vast majority of voters also shared his fondness for the death penalty.
With his second and final term secured, Newton was already gazing across the borders of Texas and contemplating11 a larger stage, something bigger. He was needed.
Late Wednesday afternoon he met with his two closest advisers13, two old friends from law school who had helped with every major decision and most of the minor14 ones as well. Wayne Wallcott was the lawyer, or chief counsel, as his letterhead proclaimed, and Barry Ringfield was the mouthpiece, or director of communications. On a routine day in Austin, the three met in the governor's office at precisely15 5:15 p.m. They took off their coats, dismissed the secretaries, locked the door, and at 5:30 p.m. poured the bourbon. Then they got down to business.
"This Drumm thing could get messy tomorrow," Barry was saying. "Blacks are pissed, and they got demonstrations16 scheduled all over the state tomorrow."
"Where?" the governor asked.
"Well, here, for starters. On the south lawn of the Capitol. Rumor18 has it that the Right Reverend Jeremiah Mays is flying in on his fancy jet to get the natives good and agitated19."
"I love it," the governor said.
"The request for a reprieve20 has been filed and is on record," Wayne said, looking at some paperwork. He took a sip21. The bourbon, Knob Creek22, was poured each time into a heavy crystal Waterford glass with the state's seal on it.
"Definitely more interest in this one," Barry said. "Lots of calls, letters, e-mails."
"Who's calling?" Newton asked.
"The usual chorus. The Pope. President of France. Two members of the Dutch parliament. Prime minister of Kenya, Jimmy Carter, Amnesty International, that loudmouth from California who runs the Black Caucus23 in Washington. Lots of folks."
"Anybody important?"
"Not really. The circuit judge in Chester County, Elias Henry, has called twice and sent an e-mail. He's in favor of a reprieve, says he has grave doubts about the jury's verdict. Most of the noise from Slone, though, is gung ho in favor of the execution. They think the boy's guilty. The mayor called and expressed some concerns about trouble in Slone tomorrow night, says he might be calling for help."
"The National Guard?" Newton asked.
"I suppose so."
"I love it."
All three took a sip. The governor looked at Barry, who was not only his mouthpiece but also his most trusted, and most devious24, adviser12. "You got a plan?"
Barry always had a plan. "Sure, but it's a work in progress. I like the demonstration17 tomorrow, hopefully with Reverend Jeremiah stoking the fires. Big crowd. Tons of Africans. A real tense situation. And you take the podium, stare down the crowd, talk about the orderly flow of justice in this state, the usual spiel, then, right out there on the steps, with cameras rolling and the crowd booing and hissing25 and maybe throwing rocks at you, right then and there, you deny the request for a reprieve. The crowd erupts, you make your escape. It'll take some balls, but it's priceless."
"Wow," Newton said.
Wayne actually laughed.
Barry continued. "Three hours later they nuke him, but the front page will be taking on the mob of angry blacks. For the record, you got 4 percent of the black vote, Governor, 4 percent." A pause, a sip, but he wasn't finished. "I like the National Guard angle too. Later in the afternoon, but before the execution, hold a quick press conference and announce that you're sending in the Guard to quell26 the uprising in Slone."
"The numbers in Chester County?"
"You got 71 percent, Gill. They love you there. You protect them by sending in the Guard."
"But is the Guard necessary?" Wayne asked. "If we overreact, then it could backfire."
"It's fluid. Let's monitor the situation and decide later."
"Let's do that," the governor said, and the decision was made. "Any chance of some court issuing a last-minute stay?"
Wayne tossed some papers on the governor's desk and said, "I doubt it. Drumm's lawyers filed an appeal this morning claiming the boy's gone crazy and doesn't appreciate the gravity of what's coming. It's bullshit. I talked to Baker27 at the AG's office an hour ago, and they see nothing in the pipeline28. It's all green lights."
"Should be fun," the governor said.
At Reeva's suggestion, or insistence29, the Wednesday night prayer meeting at the First Baptist Church was canceled. This had happened only three times in the history of the church, once for an ice storm, once for a tornado30, and once for a power outage. Brother Ronnie could not bring himself to use the word "canceled," so the prayer meeting was simply reclassified as a "prayer vigil" and was "moved" to another location. The weather cooperated. The sky was clear, and the temperature was almost seventy degrees.
They met at sunset, under a reserved pavilion at Rush Point State Park, on the edge of the Red River, as close to Nicole as they could possibly get. The pavilion was on a small bluff31, with the river below, and about a hundred yards away was the sandbar that came and went with the level of water. Her gym card and student ID had been found there. In the minds of those who loved her, this had long been the spot of Nicole's final resting place.
During her many visits to Rush Point, Reeva had always alerted whatever media she could arouse in Slone. As the years passed, though, the local reporters lost interest. She often visited alone, sometimes with Wallis trailing along behind, always on her daughter's birthday and usually on December 4, the day she disappeared. But this vigil was far different. There was something to celebrate. Fordyce--Hitting Hard! was represented by a two-man crew with a small camera, the same one that had been following Reeva and a weary Wallis for two days now. There were two TV news crews and half a dozen print reporters. The presence of so much attention inspired the worshippers, and Brother Ronnie was pleased with such a large turnout. Forty miles from home!
They sang a few hymns32 as the sunlight faded, then lit small candles and passed them around. Reeva sat in the front row and sobbed33 nonstop. Brother Ronnie could not resist the opportunity to preach, and his flock was in no hurry to leave. He dwelled on justice and relied on an avalanche34 of scripture35 to support God's commands for us to live as law-abiding citizens.
There were prayers by deacons and testimonials from friends of Nicole's, and even Wallis, after an elbow in the ribs36, managed to stand and offer a few words. Brother Ronnie finished things up with a lengthy37 plea for compassion38 and mercy and strength. He asked God to walk the final mile with Reeva and Wallis and their family as they went through the ordeal39 of the execution.
They left the pavilion and moved in a solemn procession to the makeshift shrine40 closer to the river's edge. They laid flowers at the foot of a white cross. Some knelt and prayed again. Everybody had a good cry.
At 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday, Keith walked through the front door of Anchor House with every intention of corralling Travis Boyette and having a serious confrontation41. The execution was exactly twenty-four hours away, and Keith was determined42 to do whatever he could to stop it. The task seemed utterly43 impossible, but at least he would try. An associate minister was handling the Wednesday night supper at St. Mark's.
Boyette was playing games, or maybe he was dead. During the day, he had not checked in with his parole officer, and had not been seen again at Anchor House. He was required to do none of these, but the fact that he seemed to have vanished was troubling. He was, however, required to check in for the night at 6:00 and could not leave until 8:00 the following morning, unless he had permission. He was not there at 6:00 p.m. Keith waited an hour, but there was no sign of Boyette. An ex-con named Rudy was manning the front desk. He mumbled44 to Keith, "You'd better go find his ass4."
"I wouldn't know where to start," Keith said. He left his cell phone number with Rudy and started with the hospitals. He slowly drove from one to the other, killing45 time, waiting for a call from Rudy, watching the streets for any sign of a fortyish white weirdo limping along with a cane46. None of the downtown hospitals had admitted a Travis Boyette. He was not loitering around the bus station, and he was not sharing a drink with the winos down by the river. At 9:00 p.m., Keith returned to Anchor House and sat in a chair at the front desk.
"He ain't here," Rudy said.
"What happens next?" Keith said.
"If he comes in later tonight, they'll cuss him but let it slide, unless he's drunk or drugged and then it hits the fan. They'll give you one screwup. But if he stays out all night, they'll probably revoke47 him and send him back to the pen. These guys are pretty serious. What's Boyette up to?"
"It's hard to say. He has trouble with the truth."
"I heard that. I got your number. If he shows, I'll give you a call."
"Thanks." Keith hung around for half an hour, then drove home. Dana heated up lasagna, and they ate on TV trays in the den10. The boys were already asleep. The television was on mute. They said little. Travis Boyette had consumed their lives for the better part of three days and they were tired of the man.
After dark, it became apparent that no one wanted to leave the train station. There was little legal work to be done, and nothing of any consequence could be thrown together at that hour to help Donte Drumm. The Texas Court of Criminal Appeals had not ruled on the insanity48 claim. Fred Pryor was still loitering on the outskirts49 of Houston, hoping for another drink or two with Joey Gamble, but that looked doubtful. This could well be the last night in the life of Donte Drumm. And his legal team needed the comfort of each other.
Carlos was sent to get pizza and beer, and when he returned, the long table in the conference room was used for dinner. When Ollie arrived later, a poker50 game materialized. Ollie Tufton was one of a handful of black lawyers in Slone and a close friend of Robbie's. He was shaped like a bowling51 ball and claimed to weigh four hundred pounds, though it was not clear why he wished to take credit for this. He was loud and hilarious52 and had huge appetites--food, whiskey, poker, and, sadly, cocaine53. Robbie had rescued him from near disbarment on two occasions. He made an occasional buck54 with car wrecks55, but the money always disappeared. When Ollie was in the room, most of the noise came from him. He assumed control of the poker game, appointed Carlos as dealer56, established the rules, and told his latest dirty jokes, all while sipping57 a beer and finishing off the cold pizza. The players were Martha Handler, who usually won; Bonnie, the other paralegal; Kristi Hinze, who was still afraid of the game and even more terrified of Ollie; and a part-time investigator/runner named Ben Shoots.
Shoots had a pistol in his jacket hanging on the wall. Robbie had two shotguns in his office, loaded. Aaron Rey was always armed, and he moved quietly around the train station, watching the windows and the parking lot. The firm had received several threatening calls during the day, and they were on full alert.
Robbie took a beer to his office, left his door wide open, and called DeDe, his live-in partner. She was at yoga, blissfully unconcerned about the pending58 execution. They had been together for three years, and Robbie was almost convinced they had a chance. She showed almost no interest in whatever he did at the office, and this was beneficial. His journey to find true love was littered with women who could not accept the fact that life with Robbie was heavily tilted59 in Robbie's favor. The current girl went her own way, and they met in bed. She was twenty years younger, and Robbie was still smitten60.
He called a reporter in Austin but said nothing quotable. He called Judge Elias Henry and thanked him for calling the governor. They wished each other well, both knowing that the next twenty-four hours would be remembered for a long time. The clock on the wall seemed stuck at ten minutes after nine. Robbie would always remember that it was 9:10 p.m. when Aaron Rey walked into his office and said, "The First Baptist Church is burning."
The Battle of Slone had begun.
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