Judge Grale also permitted testimony that had been discredited for many years in many jurisdictions. During the search for Nicole, the police used bloodhounds to sniff around for clues. The dogs were given a scent from Nicole's car and some articles in it, and turned loose. The trails led nowhere, that is, until Donte was arrested. The police then allowed the bloodhounds to sniff through the green Ford van owned by the Drumm family. According to the dogs' handler, the dogs became excited, agitated, and showed every sign of picking up Nicole's scent in the van. This unreliable testimony was first played out in a pretrial hearing. Attorneys for Donte were incredulous and demanded to know how they were supposed to cross-examine a bloodhound. Attorney Robbie Flak was so outraged that he called one of the dogs, a bloodhound named Yogi, a 'stupid son of a bitch.' Judge Grale held him in contempt and fined him $100. Remarkably, the dogs' principal handler was still allowed to testify at trial, and stated to the jury that after thirty years of experience with bloodhounds, he was 'absolutely certain' that Yogi had picked up Nicole's scent in the green van. He was eviscerated on cross-examination by Robbie Flak, who at one point demanded to have the dog brought to the courtroom, sworn in, and put in the witness chair.
Judge Grale exhibited animosity toward the defense lawyers, especially Robbie Flak. She was much more agreeable with Paul Koffee.
And with good reason. Six years after the trial, it became known that the judge and the prosecutor were involved in a long-running illicit romance. The affair came to light when a disgruntled ex-secretary in Mr. Koffee's office filed a claim for sexual harassment and produced e-mails, phone records, and even phone recordings that revealed her ex-boss's involvement with Judge Grale. Lawsuits followed, as did divorces.
Judge Grale resigned from the bench in disgrace and left Slone while her divorce was pending. Paul Koffee was reelected without opposition in 2006, but only after promising to quit when the term was over.
Attorneys for Donte sought relief because of the obvious conflict of interest between the judge and the prosecutor. The Texas Court of Criminal Appeals said that while the affair was 'unfortunate' and 'could possibly give the appearance of impropriety,' it did not violate the defendant's right to a fair trial. Relief in the federal courts was just as elusive.
In 2005, Paul Koffee filed a defamation suit against Robbie Flak for statements Flak made in an interview about Koffee's intimate involvement with his trial judge. Flak countersued Koffee for a myriad of offenses. The litigation is still pending. – Hours later, when the lights were off and the house was quiet, Keith and Dana stared at the ceiling and debated whether they should go look for the sleeping pills. Both were exhausted, but sleep seemed impossible. They were tired of reading about the case, discussing it, tired of worrying about a young black man on death row whom they had never heard of until the day before, and they were especially frustrated with the newest person in their lives, one Travis Boyette. Keith was certain he was telling the truth. Dana was leaning that way but was still skeptical because of his disgusting criminal record. They were tired of arguing about it.
If Boyette was telling the truth, could they be the only people in the world who knew for certain that Texas was about to execute the wrong man? If so, what could they do? How could they do anything if Boyette refused to admit the truth? And if he changed his mind and decided to admit the truth, what were they supposed to do about it? Slone was four hundred miles away, and they didn't know anyone there. Why should they? They'd never heard of the place until yesterday.
The questions raged through the night, and the answers were nowhere to be found. They decided to watch the digital clock until midnight, and, if still awake, go find the pills.
At 11:04 p.m., the phone rang and startled them. Dana hit a light switch. The caller ID read, 'St. Fran. Hospital.'
'It's him,' she said. Keith picked up the receiver and said, 'Hello.'
'Sorry to call so late, Pastor,' Boyette said in a low, strained voice.
'It's okay, Travis. We were not asleep.'
'How's your cute little wife?'
'Fine. Look, Travis, I'm sure you're calling for a reason.'
'Yes, sorry, Pastor. I really want to see the girl again, you know what I mean?'
Keith held the receiver so Dana could squeeze in with her left ear. He did not want to repeat everything afterward. 'I'm not sure what you mean, Travis,' he said.
'The girl, Nicole, my little Nikki. I'm not long for this world, Pastor. I'm still in the hospital, an IV in my arm, all kinds of dope in my blood, and the doctors are telling me that it won't be long. I'm half-dead now, Pastor, and I don't like the thought of kicking the bucket without one last visit with Nikki.'
'She's been dead for nine years.'
'No shit. I was there, remember. It was awful, what I did to her was just awful, and I've apologized before, several times, face-to-face. But I gotta go again, tell her just once more how sorry I am about what happened. You know what I mean, Pastor?'
'No, Travis, I have no idea what you mean.'
'She's still there, okay? She's where I left her.'
'You said you probably couldn't find her now.'
There was a long pause as Travis seemed to recall this. 'I know where she is,' he said.
'Great, Travis. Then go find her. Go dig her up and look at her bones and tell her you're sorry. Then what? You'll feel better about yourself? Meanwhile, an innocent man gets the needle for your crime. I have an idea, Travis. After you tell Nicole you're sorry one last time, why don't you go to Slone and stop by the cemetery, find Donte's grave, and tell him you're sorry too?'
Dana turned and frowned at her husband. Travis took another pause, and then said, 'I don't want that boy to die, Pastor.'
'That's really hard to believe, Travis. You've kept quiet for nine years while he's been accused and persecuted. You've wasted yesterday and today, and if you keep flip-flopping, the time will run out and he'll be dead.'
'I can't stop it.'
'You can try. You can go to Slone and tell the authorities where the body is buried. You can admit the truth, show them the ring, make plenty of noise. I'm sure the reporters and cameras would love you. Who knows, maybe a judge or the governor will take notice. I don't have a lot of experience in these matters, Travis, but it seems to me that they might find it difficult to execute Donte Drumm when you're on television claiming you killed Nicole and you acted alone.'
'I don't have a car.'
'Rent one.'
'I haven't had a driver's license in ten years.'
'Take a bus.'
'I don't have the money for a bus ticket, Pastor.'
'I'll loan you the money. No, I'll give you the money for a one-way bus ticket to Slone.'
'What if I have a seizure on the bus, or black out? Hell, they might kick me off in Podunk, Oklahoma.'
'You're playing games, Travis.'
'You gotta take me, Reverend. Just me and you. If you'll drive me down there, I'll tell the truth about what really happened. I'll take them to the body. We can stop the execution, but you gotta go with me.'
'Why me?'
'Ain't nobody else around right now, Pastor.'
'I have a better idea. Tomorrow morning, let's go downtown to the prosecutor's office. I have a friend there. You tell him the story. Maybe we can convince him to call the prosecutor in Slone, as well as the police chief and defense lawyer and, I don't know, maybe even a judge somewhere. They'll listen to him a lot quicker than they'll listen to a Lutheran minister who knows nothing about the criminal justice system. We can video your statement, send it immediately to the authorities in Texas, send it to the newspapers too. How about it, Travis? You won't violate parole. I won't get in trouble by helping you.'
Dana was nodding her approval. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Finally, Travis said, 'Maybe it'll work, Pastor. Maybe we can stop the execution, but there's no way they're finding her. I have to be there for that.'
'Let's concentrate on stopping it.'
'They're discharging me tomorrow morning at nine.'
'I'll be there, Travis. The prosecutor's office is not far away.'
Five seconds, ten seconds. 'I like it, Pastor. Let's do it.' – At 1:00 a.m., Dana found the bottle of over-the- counter sleeping aids, but an hour later they were still awake. The trip to Texas occupied them. They had
