rights?”
“Yes.”
“Did he understand them?”
“Yes.”
“Did he sign a statement to that effect?”
“Yes.”
“Who was present when Mr. Willard made his statement?”
“Me, two deputies, my investigator, Rady, and Lieutenant Griffin with the Highway Patrol.”
“Do you have the confession?”
“Yes.”
“Please read it.”
The courtroom was still and silent as Ozzie read the short statement. Carl Lee stared blankly at the two defendants. Cobb glared at Willard, who picked dirt off his boots.
“Thank you, Sheriff,” Childers said when Ozzie finished. “Did Mr. Willard sign the confession?”
“Yes, in front of three witnesses.”
“The State has nothing further, Your Honor.”
Bullard shouted, “You may cross-examine, Mr. Tyndale.”
“I have nothing at this time, Your Honor.”
Good move, thought Jake. Strategically, for the defense, it was best to stay quiet at preliminary hearings. Just listen, take notes, let the court reporter record the testimony, and stay quiet. The grand jury would see the case anyway, so why bother? And never allow thedefendants to testify. Their testimony would serve no purpose and haunt them at trial. Jake knew they would not testify because he knew Tyndale.
“Call your next witness,” demanded the Judge.
“We have nothing further, Your Honor.”
“Good. Sit down. Mr. Tyndale, do you have any witnesses?”
“No, Your Honor.”
“Good. The court finds there is sufficient evidence that numerous crimes have been committed by these defendants, and the court orders Mr. Cobb and Mr. Willard to be held to await action by the Ford County grand jury, which is scheduled to meet on Monday, May 27. Any questions?”
Tyndale rose slowly. “Yes, Your Honor, we would request the court to set a reasonable bond for these de—”
“Forget it,” snapped Bullard. “Bail will be denied as of now. It’s my understanding that the girl is in critical condition. If she dies, there will of course be other charges.”
“Well, Your Honor, in that case, I would like to request a bail hearing a few days from now, in the hopes that her condition improves.”
Bullard studied Tyndale carefully. Good idea, he thought. “Granted. A bail hearing is set for next Monday, May 20, in this courtroom. Until then the defendants will remain in the custody of the Ford County sheriff. Court’s adjourned.”
Bullard rapped the gavel and disappeared. The deputies swarmed around the defendants, handcuffed them, and they too disappeared from the courtroom, into the holding room, down the back stairs, past the reporters, and into the squad car.
The hearing was typical for Bullard—less thantwenty minutes. Justice could be very swift in his courtroom.
Jake talked to the other lawyers and watched the crowd file silently through the enormous wooden doors at the rear of the courtroom. Carl Lee was in no hurry to leave, and motioned for Jake to follow him. They met in the rotunda. Carl Lee wanted to talk, and he excused himself from the crowd and promised to meet them at the hospital. He and Jake walked down the winding staircase to the first floor.
“I’m truly sorry, Carl Lee,” Jake said.
“Yeah, me too.”
“How is she?”
“She’ll make it.”
“How’s Gwen?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“How about you?”
They walked slowly down the hall toward the rear of the courthouse. “It ain’t sunk in yet. I mean, twenty-four hours ago everthing was fine. Now look at us. My little girl’s layin’ up in the hospital with tubes all over her body. My wife’s crazy and my boys are scared to death, and all I think about is gettin’ my hands on those bastards.”
“I wish I could do something, Carl Lee.”
“All you can do is pray for her, pray for us.”
“I know it hurts.”
“You gotta little girl, don’t you, Jake?”
“Yeah.”
Carl Lee said nothing as they walked in silence. Jake changed the subject. “Where’s Lester?”
“Chicago.”
“What’s he
“Yes.”
“Did he understand them?”
“Yes.”
“Did he sign a statement to that effect?”
“Yes.”
“Who was present when Mr. Willard made his statement?”
“Me, two deputies, my investigator, Rady, and Lieutenant Griffin with the Highway Patrol.”
“Do you have the confession?”
“Yes.”
“Please read it.”
The courtroom was still and silent as Ozzie read the short statement. Carl Lee stared blankly at the two defendants. Cobb glared at Willard, who picked dirt off his boots.
“Thank you, Sheriff,” Childers said when Ozzie finished. “Did Mr. Willard sign the confession?”
“Yes, in front of three witnesses.”
“The State has nothing further, Your Honor.”
Bullard shouted, “You may cross-examine, Mr. Tyndale.”
“I have nothing at this time, Your Honor.”
Good move, thought Jake. Strategically, for the defense, it was best to stay quiet at preliminary hearings. Just listen, take notes, let the court reporter record the testimony, and stay quiet. The grand jury would see the case anyway, so why bother? And never allow thedefendants to testify. Their testimony would serve no purpose and haunt them at trial. Jake knew they would not testify because he knew Tyndale.
“Call your next witness,” demanded the Judge.
“We have nothing further, Your Honor.”
“Good. Sit down. Mr. Tyndale, do you have any witnesses?”
“No, Your Honor.”
“Good. The court finds there is sufficient evidence that numerous crimes have been committed by these defendants, and the court orders Mr. Cobb and Mr. Willard to be held to await action by the Ford County grand jury, which is scheduled to meet on Monday, May 27. Any questions?”
Tyndale rose slowly. “Yes, Your Honor, we would request the court to set a reasonable bond for these de—”
“Forget it,” snapped Bullard. “Bail will be denied as of now. It’s my understanding that the girl is in critical condition. If she dies, there will of course be other charges.”
“Well, Your Honor, in that case, I would like to request a bail hearing a few days from now, in the hopes that her condition improves.”
Bullard studied Tyndale carefully. Good idea, he thought. “Granted. A bail hearing is set for next Monday, May 20, in this courtroom. Until then the defendants will remain in the custody of the Ford County sheriff. Court’s adjourned.”
Bullard rapped the gavel and disappeared. The deputies swarmed around the defendants, handcuffed them, and they too disappeared from the courtroom, into the holding room, down the back stairs, past the reporters, and into the squad car.
The hearing was typical for Bullard—less thantwenty minutes. Justice could be very swift in his courtroom.
Jake talked to the other lawyers and watched the crowd file silently through the enormous wooden doors at the rear of the courtroom. Carl Lee was in no hurry to leave, and motioned for Jake to follow him. They met in the rotunda. Carl Lee wanted to talk, and he excused himself from the crowd and promised to meet them at the hospital. He and Jake walked down the winding staircase to the first floor.
“I’m truly sorry, Carl Lee,” Jake said.
“Yeah, me too.”
“How is she?”
“She’ll make it.”
“How’s Gwen?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“How about you?”
They walked slowly down the hall toward the rear of the courthouse. “It ain’t sunk in yet. I mean, twenty-four hours ago everthing was fine. Now look at us. My little girl’s layin’ up in the hospital with tubes all over her body. My wife’s crazy and my boys are scared to death, and all I think about is gettin’ my hands on those bastards.”
“I wish I could do something, Carl Lee.”
“All you can do is pray for her, pray for us.”
“I know it hurts.”
“You gotta little girl, don’t you, Jake?”
“Yeah.”
Carl Lee said nothing as they walked in silence. Jake changed the subject. “Where’s Lester?”
“Chicago.”
“What’s he
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