Keith sat in his office at the church, hands locked behind his head, shoeless feet on the desk, eyes gazing at the ceiling, his thoughts still scrambled1 after all of it. Once or twice in the past few days, his mind had returned to family and church matters, but those pleasant diversions were always ruined when he thought of Travis Boyette loose on the streets. Keith had reminded himself countless2 times that he did not help Boyette escape--the man was already roaming the streets of Topeka, a convict who'd served his time and was lawfully3 reentering society. He, Boyette, had made the decision to leave Anchor House and violate his parole before he convinced Keith to become his chauffeur4. But Keith was living with a knot in his stomach, a constant nag5 that assured him he had done something wrong.
To take a break from Boyette, he yanked his feet off the desk and turned to face his computer. The monitor was showing a Web site for the Kansas chapter of AADP, Americans Against the Death Penalty, and Keith decided6 to join. Using his credit card, he paid the $25 annual fee, now one of three thousand members and as such entitled to the online newsletter, a monthly magazine with all the latest, and other periodic updates from the staff. The group met once a year in Wichita, details to follow. Outside of the church, it was the first organization he'd ever joined.
Out of curiosity, he looked at the sites of anti-death-penalty groups in Texas, and found plenty. He noticed the names of several groups he'd seen in the news coverage7 the past two days; the abolitionists down there were making the most of the Drumm execution, and there was no shortage of activity. Execution Watch, Students Against the Death Penalty, Texas Network Moratorium8, TALK (Texans Against Legalized Killing), Texans for Alternatives to the Death Penalty. One familiar name was Death Penalty Focus. Keith went to its Web site and was impressed. Membership was only $10. Keith pulled out his credit card and signed up. He was enjoying himself and not thinking about Boyette.
The largest and oldest group in Texas was ATeXX, an acronym9 for Abolish Texas Executions. It not only published extensively on the subject of capital punishment but also pushed its policies on the legislature, built support groups for the men and women on death row, raised money to defend those charged with capital crimes, networked with dozens of other groups around the country, and, most impressively, at least in Keith's opinion, reached out to both families--those of the victims and those of the condemned10. ATeXX had fifteen thousand members and an annual budget of $2 million and offered membership to anyone willing to pay $25. Keith was in the mood, and moments later he joined his third group.
Sixty dollars later, he felt like a certified11 abolitionist.
His intercom beeped and broke the silence. Charlotte Junger announced, "There's a reporter on the phone. I think you should talk to her."
"Where's she from?"
"Houston, and she's not going away."
"Thanks." He answered the phone. "This is the Reverend Keith Schroeder."
"Reverend Schroeder, my name is Eliza Keene. I'm with the Houston Chronicle ." Her voice was soft, her words unhurried, her accent similar to the twang Keith had heard in Slone. "I have some questions about Travis Boyette."
His life flashed before his eyes. Headlines, controversy12, handcuffs, jail.
Keith froze long enough to convince Ms. Keene that she was on the right trail. "Sure," he said. What was he supposed to say? He would not lie and deny knowing Boyette. For a split second, he thought about refusing to talk to her, but that would set off alarms.
"Do you mind if I record our conversation?" she asked pleasantly.
Yes. No. He had no idea. "Well, no," he said.
"Good. It helps me keep things accurate. Just a second." A pause. "Now the recorder is on."
"Okay," Keith said, but only because it seemed as though something was needed on his end. He decided to stall as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Say, uh, Ms. Keene, I don't spend a lot of time talking to reporters. Is there some way I can verify that you are indeed a reporter for the Houston Chronicle?"
"Is your computer on?"
"It is."
"Then I'm sending you my bio right now. I'm also sending a photo taken outside the law office of Robbie Flak. It was last Thursday as Mr. Flak and his team were leaving. There are four people in the photo, one wearing a dark jacket and a white collar. I'll bet that's you."
Keith opened the e-mail, checked the attachment13. It was him. He scanned her bio but knew it wasn't necessary.
"Nice-looking guy," Keith said.
"We thought so. That you?"
"Yep."
"Did you witness the execution of Donte Drumm?" she asked, and Keith's mouth went dry. He grunted14, cleared his throat, and said, "Why do you think I witnessed the execution?"
"We have obtained the records from the prison. You're listed as a witness for the inmate15. Plus, one of the men standing16 behind you during the execution was a reporter, not for us, but for another paper. He did not get your name. I found it."
What would Elmo Laird advise him to do at this point? Stop talking, perhaps. He wasn't sure, but he was impressed. If she had the prison records and a photo, then what else had she found? His curiosity took over. "Then I guess I witnessed the execution," he said.
"Why would a Lutheran minister from Topeka witness an execution in Texas?" she asked. It was the same question Keith had posed to himself at least a thousand times.
Keith forced a chuckle17 and said, "It's a long story."
"A friend of Donte Drumm's?"
"No."
"Travis Boyette was staying at a halfway18 house in Topeka, then he pops up in Slone, Texas. Any idea how he got there?"
"Perhaps."
"Do you drive a maroon19 Subaru, Kansas plates, registration20 LLZ787?"
"I'm assuming you have a copy of my registration."
"I do, and one of our reporters noticed the car in Slone. Not many Kansans stop over in Slone. Any chance Boyette hitched21 a ride with you?"
Another chuckle, this one for real. "All right, Ms. Keene, what do you want from me?"
"I want the story, Reverend Schroeder, all of it."
"That would take hours, and I'm not willing to spend the time, not right now."
"When did you first meet Travis Boyette?"
"One week ago today, last Monday."
"And at that time, did he admit to the murder of Nicole Yarber?"
Surely, all confidentiality22 was gone. Boyette had broadcast his admissions to the world; there weren't too many secrets left. Some things, though, should be kept private. Keith wasn't obliged to answer the question, or any others for that matter. He was not afraid of the truth; in fact, he was determined23 not to hide it. If his tracks were this easy to follow, other reporters would be calling soon. Let's get it over with.
"This is what I'm willing to say, Ms. Keene. Travis Boyette visited our church Sunday of last week. He wanted to talk, so he came back the following day. He confided24 in me, and we eventually made our way down to Slone, Texas, arriving last Thursday around midday. He was determined to stop the execution because Donte Drumm was innocent. Boyette went on the air, admitted that he was the killer25, and gave the statement that we've all seen. Mr. Flak asked me to travel with him to Huntsville. I reluctantly said yes, and one thing led to another. I met Donte and, quite unexpectedly, witnessed the execution. The following morning, Boyette led Mr. Flak and others, including me, to the place in Missouri where he'd buried the girl. After that, Boyette fell ill. I took him to a hospital in Joplin, and from there he managed to walk away. I drove home. I've had no contact with Boyette since."
There was a pause on the other end as she digested this. "Reverend Schroeder, I have about a thousand questions."
"And I'm late for soccer practice. Good day, ma'am." Keith hung up and hurriedly left the office.
Fordyce--Hitting Hard! ran a one-hour segment during prime time Monday night. The event had been shamelessly advertised throughout the weekend, and Sean Fordyce spoke26 to the world live from Slone, Texas, where he was still darting27 around in search of another fire or, hopefully, a dead body or a bomb blast. The first half hour was the Reeva show, with lots of tears and anticipation28 of the execution. There was footage of Nicole as a little girl dancing in a recital29, and more of her bounding on the sideline as she cheered on the Warriors30. There was a clip of Donte mauling a running back. And lots of Reeva, with the highlight being the post-execution interview. In light of the obvious, she looked foolish, almost pathetic, and it was obvious Fordyce set her up for the kill. There were close shots of Reeva bawling31 without restraint, then going mute as she watched the tape of Boyette for the first time. She was visibly shaken when Boyette displayed Nicole's class ring. After that, no more Reeva. In the second half, Fordyce ran a collage32 of videos and interviews and produced nothing that wasn't already known. The piece was a mess. It was ironic33 that a mouthpiece so enamored of the death penalty was airing an exclusive about a wrongful execution, but irony34 was lost on Sean Fordyce. He cared for nothing but ratings.
Keith and Dana watched it. During his chaotic35 hours in Slone, and the frenzy36 to actually get there, he had seen nothing of Nicole's family. He'd read about Reeva online but had not heard her speak. At least the Fordyce piece was good for something. Not having dealt with Reeva, he could easily feel sorry for her.
There was a phone call he had been delaying for several hours. As Dana prepped the boys for bed, Keith retreated to the bedroom and called Elmo Laird. He apologized for disturbing him at home, but things were changing rapidly and Keith deemed the call important. Elmo said not to worry. After Keith explained in detail the conversation with Eliza Keene, Elmo suggested that perhaps they should worry. "Probably not a good idea" was his first response.
"But she had the story, Mr. Laird, the facts, the paperwork, the photo. She knew everything. I would've sounded stupid trying to deny things."
"You're not required to speak to reporters, you know?"
"I know, but I'm not running from anyone. I did what I did. The truth is on the table."
"I appreciate that, Pastor37, but you hired me to give advice. There would've been a better time and place to tell your story, a setting of our choosing."
"I'm sorry. I don't understand legalities. Right now, I'm overwhelmed with the law and its endless procedures."
"Of course, my clients usually are. That's why they hire me."
"So I screwed up?"
"Not necessarily. But get ready for all hell to break loose, pardon my language, Pastor. I expect coverage of this. I'm not sure the Drumm story can take any more ink, but your story will certainly be a new wrinkle."
"I'm confused, Mr. Laird. Help me here. How will the coverage affect my case?"
"Keith, come on, you really don't have a case. There are no charges pending38, and there may never be. I spoke with the district attorney this afternoon, he and I are friends, and while he was captivated with your story, he wasn't gung ho to crank up a prosecution39. He didn't rule it out, and again I'm afraid Boyette is the key. He's probably the most famous convict on the loose right now. He was indicted40 for murder in Missouri today, did you see--"
"I saw it a couple of hours ago," Keith said.
"His face is everywhere, so maybe he'll be caught. I doubt if he comes back to Kansas. Let Missouri have him. If he's locked up before he hurts someone, I think the DA here might close the book."
"And the publicity41 about my involvement?"
"We'll see. A lot of people around here will admire you for what you did. I can't see much room to criticize you for trying to save Donte Drumm, especially in light of what we know now. We'll ride it out, but, please, no more interviews."
"You got it, Mr. Laird."
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