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 spoke to the world live from Slone, Texas, where he was still darting 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 anticipation of the execution. There was footage of Nicole as a little girl dancing in a recital, and more of her bounding on the sideline as she cheered on the Warriors. There was a clip of Donté 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 bawling 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 collage of videos and interviews and produced nothing that wasn’t already known. The piece was a mess. It was ironic that a mouthpiece so enamored of the death penalty was airing an exclusive about a wrongful execution, but irony was lost on Sean Fordyce. He cared for nothing but ratings.
Keith and Dana watched it. During his chaotic hours in Slone, and the frenzy 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, Pastor, 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 pending, 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 prosecution. 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 indicted 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 publicity 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 Donté Drumm, especially in light of what we know now. We’ll ride it out, but, please, no more interviews.”
“You got it, Mr. Laird.”
CHAPTER 39
Keith slept, off and on, for four hours, then finally got out of bed and went to the kitchen. He checked CNN, saw nothing new, then opened his laptop and checked in with Houston. On Chron.com there were several stories, with Robbie and his lawsuits getting the lead. There was a photo of him waving some papers on the steps of the Chester County Courthouse. He was quoted at length, with predictable statements about hounding those responsible for the wrongful death of Donté Drumm to their graves. None of the defendants, including the governor, commented.
The next story was about the reactions of the various anti-death-penalty groups in the state, and Keith was proud to see ATeXX taking the lead. There were demands for a number of drastic responses—the usual moratorium on executions, investigations of the Slone Police Department, the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals, the governor’s handling of clemency, the trial itself, Paul Koffee and his office, and on and on. Demonstrations were planned for noon Tuesday at the State Capitol in Austin, Sam Houston State University in Huntsville, Texas Southern University, and a dozen other schools.
The longest-serving member of the Texas Senate was a feisty black attorney from Houston, Rodger Ebbs, and he had a lot to say. He was demanding that the governor call an emergency session of the legislature so that a special inquiry could be initiated to investigate all aspects of the Drumm fiasco. Ebbs was vice chairman of the Senate Finance Committee, and thus had considerable influence over every aspect of the state’s budget. He promised to shut down the state government if a special session did not take place. No comment from the governor.
Drifty Tucker, the next man scheduled to be executed, was suddenly in the news. His date was November 28, a little over two weeks away, and his case, dormant for a decade, was attracting a lot of attention.
Eliza Keene’s article was number four on the list. Keith clicked on it and saw the photo of himself, Robbie, Aaron, and Martha Handler, all looking quite serious as they left the train station for the trip to Huntsville. The headline was “Kansas Minister Witnessed Drumm Execution.” She covered the basics of the story and attributed several quotes to Keith. She, too, had witnessed an execution, years earlier, and was intrigued by how someone could be approved as a witness on such short notice. No one from the prison would comment. Evidently, she had contacted the Flak Law Firm for a word or two, but found no one willing to talk. A counselor at Anchor House said that Reverend Schroeder had stopped by at least twice the previous week looking for Boyette. He had signed the register. Boyette’s parole officer was mum. About half the article dealt with Keith and Boyette and their mad rush to Texas to stop the execution. There was a smaller photo of Boyette taken when he addressed the reporters the previous Thursday. The second half of the report took a different turn and dwelled on Keith’s potential legal problems. Could the minister be prosecuted for knowingly aiding a felon in his flight to violate parole? To get to the bottom of this, Ms. Keene called upon some experts. A law professor at the University of Houston was quoted: “It was an honorable thing to do, but a clear violation of the law. Now that Boyette is at large, I suspect the minister might want to consult with a lawyer.”
Thanks, loudmouth, Keith said to himself. And the violation is anything but clear, according to my lawyer. Perhaps you should do a bit of research before popping off in the press.
A criminal defense lawyer in Houston said, “There may be a violation, but looking at the whole picture, I think the guy is a hero. I would love to defend him before a jury.”
A jury? Elmo Laird was hoping for a quick, quiet little guilty plea with a slap on the wrist. That’s what Keith remembered, anyway. And to cover all angles, Ms. Keene chatted with a former Texas prosecutor who was quoted as saying, “A crime is a crime, regardless of the circumstances. I would cut him no slack. The fact that he’s a minister is of no significance.”