They stepped…； into the hall； away from the relatives。 〃How is she？〃 Lester asked。
〃Better。 Much better。 Might go home this weekend。〃
Lester was relieved。 When he left Chicago eleven hours earlier she had been near death； according to the cousin who had called and scared him from bed。 He lit a Kool under the NO SMOKING sign and stared at his big brother。 〃You okay？〃
Carl Lee nodded and glanced down the hall。
〃How's Gwen？〃
〃Crazier than normal。 She's at her momma's。 You e by yourself？〃
〃Yeah；〃 Lester answered defensively。
〃Good。〃
〃Don't get smart。 I didn't drive all day to hear crap about my wife。〃
〃Okay； okay。 You still got gas？〃
Lester smiled and chuckled。 He had been plagued by stomach gas since the day he married the Swede。 She pre…
pared dishes he couldn't pronounce； and his system behaved violently。 He longed for collards； peas； okra； fried chicken； barbecue pork； and fatback。
They found a small waiting room on the third floor with folding chairs and a card table。 Lester bought two cups of stale； thick coffee from a machine and stirred the powdered cream with his finger。 He listened intently as Carl Lee detailed the rape； the arrests； and the hearing。 Lester found some napkins and diagrammed the courthouse and the jail。 It had been four years since his murder trial； and he had trouble with the drawings。 He had spent only a week in jail； prior to posting bond； and had not visited the place since his acquittal。 In fact； he had left for Chicago shortly after his trial。 The victim had relatives。
They made plans and discarded them； plotting well past midnight。
At noon Thursday Tonya was removed from intensive care and placed in a private room。 She was listed as stable。 The doctors relaxed； and her family brought candy； toys； and flowers。 With two broken jaws and a mouthful of wire； she could only stare at the candy。 Her brothers ate most of it。 They clung to her bed and held her hand； as if to protect and reassure。 The room stayed full o'f friends and strangers； all patting her gently and saying how sweet she was； all treating her as someone special； someone who had been through this horrible thing。 The crowd moved in shifts； from the hall into her room； and back into the hall； where the nurses watched carefully。
The wounds hurt； and at times she cried。 Every hour the nurses cleared a path through the visitors and found the patient for a dose of painkiller。
That night in her room； the crowd hushed as the Memphis station talked about the rape。 The television showed pictures of the two white men； but she couldn't see very well。
The Ford County Courthouse opened at 8：00 A。M。 and closed at 5：00 P。M。 every day except Friday； when it closed at four…thirty。 At four…thirty on Friday Carl Lee was hiding in a
moi…iiuui icsiroom wnen tney locked the courthouse。 He sat on a toilet and listened quietly for an hour。 No janitors。 No one。 Silence。 He walked through the wide； semidark hall to the rear doors； and peeked through the window。 No one in sight。 He listened for a while。 The courthouse was deserted。 He turned and looked down the long hall； through the rotunda and through the front doors； two hundred feet away。
He studied the building。 The two sets of rear doors opened to the inside into a large； rectangular entrance area。 To the far right was a set of stairs； and to the left was an identical stairway。 The open area narrowed and led into the hall。 Carl Lee pretended to be on trial。 He grabbed his hands behind him； and touched his back to the rear door。 He walked to his right thirty feet to the stairs； up the stairs； ten steps； then a small landing； then a ninety…degree turn to the left； just like Lester said； then； ten more steps to the holding room。 It was a small room； fifteen by fifteen； with nothing but a window and two doors。 One door he opened； and walked into the huge courtroom in front of the rows of padded pews。 He walked to the aisle and sat in the front row。 Surveying the room； he noticed in front of him the railing； or bar； as Lester called it； which separated the general public from the area where the judge； jury； witnesses； lawyers； defendants； and clerks sat and worked。
He walked down the aisle to the rear doors and examined the courtroom in detail。 It looked much different from Wednesday。 Back down the aisle； he returned to the holding room and tried the other door； which led to the area behind the bar where the trial took place。 He sat at the long table where Lester and Cobb and Willard had sat。 To the right was another long table where the prosecutors sat。 Behind the tables was a row of wooden chairs； then the bar with swinging gates on both ends。 The judge sat high and lordly behind the elevated bench； his back to the wall under the faded portrait of Jefferson Davis； frowning down on everyone in the room。 The jury box was against the wall to Carl Lee's right； to the judge's left； under the yellow portraits of other forgotten Confederate heroes。 The witness stand was next to the bench； but lower； of course； and in front of the jury。 To Carl Lee's left； opposite the jury box； was a long； enclosed workbench covered with large red docket books。
Clerks and lawyers usually milled around behind it during a trial。 Behind the workbench； through the wall； was the holding room。
Carl Lee stood； still as though handcuffed； and walked slowly through the small swinging gate in the bar； and was led through the first door into the holding room； then down the steps； ten of them； through the narrow； shadowy stairway； then he stopped。 From the landing halfway down the steps； he could see the rear doors of the courthouse and most of the entrance area between the doors and the hall。 At the foot of the stairs； to the right； was a door that he opened and found a crowded； junky janitor's closet。 He closed the door and explored the small room。 It turned and ran under the stairway。 It was dark； dusty； crowded with brooms and buckets and seldom used。 He opened the door slightly and looked up the stairs。
For another hour he roamed the courthouse。 The other rear stairway led to another holding room just behind the jury box。 One door went to the courtroom； the other to the jury room。 The stairs continued to the third floor； where he found the county law library and two witness rooms； just as Lester said。
Up and down； up and down； he traced and retraced the movements to be made by the men who raped his daughter。
He sat in the judge's chair and surveyed his domain。 He sat in the jury box and rocked in one of the fortable chairs。 He sat in the witness chair and blew into the microphone。 It was finally dark at seven when Carl Lee raised a window in the restroom next to the janitor's closet； and slid quietly through the bushes and into the darkness。
〃Who would you report it to？〃 Carla asked as she closed the fourteen…inch pizza box and poured some more lemonade。
Jake rocked slightly in the wicker swing on the front porch and watched Hanna skip rope on the sidewalk next to the street。
〃Are you there？〃 she asked。
〃No。〃
〃Who would you report it to？〃
〃I don't plan to report it；〃 he said。
〃i mink you should。〃
〃I think I shouldn't。〃
〃Why not？〃
His rocking gained speed and he sipped the lemonade。 He spoke slowly。 〃First of all； I don't know for sure that a crime is being planned。 He said some things any father would say； and I'm sure he's having thoughts any father would have。 But as far as actually planning a crime； I don't think so。 Secondly； what he said to me was said in confidence； just as if he was a client。 In fact； he probably thinks of me as his lawyer。〃
〃But even if you're his lawyer； and you know he's planning a crime； you have to report it； don't you？〃
〃Yes。 If I'm certain of his plans。 But I'm not。〃
She was not satisfied。 〃I think you should report it。〃
Jake did not respond。 It wouldn't matter。 He ate his last bite of crust and tried to ignore her。
〃You want Carl Lee to do it； don't you？〃
〃Do what？〃
〃Kill those boys。〃
〃No； I don't。〃 He was not convincing。 〃But if he did； I wouldn't blame him because I'd do the same thing。〃
〃Don't start that again。〃
〃I'm serious and you know it。 I'd do it。〃
〃Jake； you couldn't kill a