Beetle, and as the man was getting out, Enrico slammed the bat into the back of his shiny slick head. He would later tell his friends it was like smashing a melon.
The man was flailing on the asphalt, and Enrico hit him again for good measure. The pistol was only a toy, but it looked authentic. Lilly was hysterical. The entire episode lasted less than a minute, but she was already bracing herself for a nightmare. She scrambled out of her car and began running. The commotion attracted others. Mall security arrived in minutes, then the police and an ambulance. Enrico relinquished his prisoner, who was still on the ground, and began telling what happened.
The attacker had no wallet, no identification, nothing in his pockets but $230 in cash. He refused to give his name. At the hospital, X-rays revealed a hairline crack of the skull, thanks to Enrico, and a brain tumor the size of an egg. He was treated and placed in a secured room. Investigators collected fingerprint samples, and detectives attempted to interrogate him. He was wounded and drugged and gave them nothing. Several policemen and detectives were in and out of the room, and one finally made the connection. 'I think it's that Boyette character,' he whispered, and suddenly everyone else thought so too. But the man denied it. Two hours later, the fingerprints were matched and his identity was confirmed. – Ten hours earlier, on the other side of the world, two Black Hawk helicopters collided over the desert near Fallujah in central Iraq, killing nineteen members of a Texas National Guard unit. The tragedy was just what Governor Newton needed. With Barry and Wayne in near-euphoric agreement, they decided the governor should dash off to Iraq and show real leadership in the war on terror. The trip would also push him onto a larger stage and provide great footage for future use. And, most important, it would get his ass out of Texas.
His staff worked frantically to rearrange schedules, get military clearance, make sure the press was properly alerted, and sweat the rest of the details for the trip. Early Friday morning, the governor, Wayne, and Barry met for a briefing.
'They caught Boyette last night,' Wayne said, looking at his laptop. 'He jumped a girl outside a mall in Overland Park, Kansas. No sexual assault. He's in custody.'
'He was in Kansas?' the governor asked.
'Yep. Bright boy.'
The governor shook his head in disbelief. 'Fifty states, and he stays in Kansas. A moron. What's the latest from Slone?'
Barry said, 'Guard's all gone. DA resigned last night. All bodies buried. Streets are quiet, no fires. Classes resumed yesterday without incident and the football team plays on the road tonight, against Lufkin. Go, Warriors.'
The governor picked up a report. Barry was burning up his laptop. All three were haggard and spent, testy and slightly hungover. They gulped coffee, chewed their nails, and never thought they would be so excited about a trip to Iraq.
'We have an execution in twelve days, gentlemen,' the governor said. 'What's the plan?'
Wayne replied proudly, 'Got it all worked out. I've had drinks with a senior law clerk at the court of appeals. Obviously, they'd prefer to postpone the next one for a while. I told him we are in no hurry either. Word is being routed to the lawyer for Drifty Tucker that he should file something, anything, just dream up some wild claim for relief and get it filed, preferably before 5:00 p.m. The court will show unusual interest in Mr. Tucker's case and issue an order, no opinion attached, but will stay the execution until some undetermined point in the future. They'll bury Tucker's case. One day he'll probably read our obituaries.'
'I like it,' the governor said, smiling. 'And when is the next one?'
'Not until July, eight months away.'
'Eight months. Wow.'
'Yep. We got lucky.'
The governor looked at Barry and said, 'How are things this morning?'
'Here, or national?' Barry asked.
'Both.'
'Here, the big story is, of course, the Black Hawks in Iraq, but Drumm is still front-page news. They buried the girl yesterday, front page on a dozen papers. More editorials, everybody wants a moratorium. The death-penalty folks are insane. They are expecting twenty-five thousand at a rally here on Sunday.'
'Where?'
'At the Capitol, across the street. It'll be a zoo.'
'And we'll be in lovely Fallujah,' the governor said.
'I can't wait,' Wayne said.
Barry continued: 'On the national front, it's more of the same. Rants by the left, not much on the right. The governors of Ohio and Pennsylvania are talking openly about moratoriums until the death penalty can be studied some more.'
'That's about right,' Newton mumbled.
'A lot of noise from the abolitionists, but it's all beginning to sound the same. There's so much overkill that the screaming is becoming monotonous.'
'What about the polls?'
Barry stood and stretched his legs. 'I talked to Wilson early this morning. We've lost ten points on the issue, with 61 percent of the registered voters in Texas still in favor. Looks like I win the bet, boys. Pay up. The surprising numbers are on the issue of a moratorium. Sixty-one percent want the death penalty, but almost 50 percent favor a hiatus of some sort.'
'That'll go down,' Wayne said with authority. 'Let the shock wear off. Wait till there's another home invasion with an innocent family murdered, and folks will forget about Drumm. They'll forget about a moratorium and remember why they favor the death penalty.'
The governor stood and walked to his favorite window. There were protesters on the street below, holding signs and parading back and forth along the sidewalk. They were everywhere, it seemed. Outside the Governor's Mansion, on every lawn of the Capitol, and in front of the entrance to the court of appeals with signs that screamed, 'WE CLOSE AT FIVE. GO TO HELL.' From aging hippies to Students Against the Death Penalty, they crossed all ethnic and social lines. He loathed them; they were not his people.
'Gentlemen, I've made a decision,' Newton said gravely. 'I'm not in favor of a moratorium, and I'm not calling a special session of the legislature to deal with it. To do so would create a spectacle. We have enough facing us already. We don't need the legislature creating another circus.'
'We need to inform the media,' Barry said.
'Prepare a statement. Release it after we take off for Iraq.' – Friday afternoon, Keith went to Elmo Laird's office for a short meeting. Dana was busy hauling kids and couldn't be there, not that she really wanted to be. With Boyette in custody, Keith was willing to let go of her, and she needed a few hours away from her husband.
Boyette's final assault and subsequent arrest were being widely covered, and Keith was taking some shots. Lilly's father was quoted as saying, 'Some of the blame lies with that Lutheran minister in Topeka,' and that angle to the story had gained momentum. In light of Boyette's record, Lilly Reed's family was relieved that the assault had gone no further, but still angry that such a career rapist was free and able to traumatize their daughter. The early reports slanted the story to read as though Keith had busted Boyette out of prison and fled with him to Texas.
Elmo explained that he had talked to the DA, and while there were still no immediate plans to prosecute Keith, the situation was fluid. No decisions had been made. The DA was getting calls from reporters and taking some heat.
'What's your best guess?' Keith asked.
'Same plan, Keith. I'll keep chatting with the DA, and if he moves forward, we will work out a plea agreement, a fine, but no jail.'
'If I plead guilty, I'll probably face some type of disciplinary action by the church.'
'Anything serious?'
'Nothing is clear as of now.'
They agreed to meet again in a few days. Keith drove to St. Mark's and locked himself in his office. He had no idea what his sermon would be on Sunday and was not in the mood to work on one. There was a pile of phone
