Mercy. David Kessler

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      Alex smiled. Nat may have got top grades in law school, but he had a lot to learn about the real world.

      ‘The thing is, Nat, that what a narcissist wants most is attention. But the next best thing is to live. He wants to live—even if it is behind bars. He’ll still be the center of attention for a while, with the press…and the public…until the novelty wears off.’

      Nat thought about this for a moment.

      ‘He’s never admitted it…killing the Olsen girl, I mean.’

      ‘I know. But until now he’s never had a reason to. In fact he had every reason not to.’

      They were taking a left into Lombard Street now and a tense silence settled over them. Strangely, Alex found himself thinking not about Burrow, but about Nat. The truth was that he hadn’t originally planned on hiring a legal intern, his law practice was just too tiny to warrant one. But Nat had badgered his way into Alex’s professional life with an enviable dedication and tenacity. He had started off the campaign while still a student, with an impressive résumé and a series of letters praising Alex’s work. At the time, Nat was doing a pre-graduation internship with the Public Defender’s office.

      But the coup de grâce was an impromptu visit to Alex’s office. When Alex had politely offered a referral to another firm, Nat replied that he didn’t want to work for the ‘whores and heathens’ of the legal profession. He wanted to work only for a true believer in justice. Alex wasn’t sure if the student was a genuine meshigena or just a younger incarnation of himself, with the ideals still intact. But the clincher came when Nat silenced Alex’s attempted rebuff by saying that he wanted to play St Peter to Alex’s Jesus. It was the kind of killer line that a lawyer would give his Rolex—if not his Rolodex—to come up with. And it caught Alex from left field.

      Nat’s arrival at the firm had been most opportune in terms of the caseload. Alex had been getting a lot more business in the wake of a major success in the appeal of a drug baron’s girlfriend on accessory charges. And this heavy workload had culminated in Alex’s biggest case of all when the California v. Burrow file landed on his desk. There had been so much material to read through, so much ground to cover. Alex still wasn’t sure that he had truly come to grips with the facts of the case.

      But the execution date had been set and the court had refused to give him any more time.

      ‘You want me to copy the recording?’

      Nat’s voice punctured Alex’s cogitation. They were on Doyle Drive, heading north toward the Golden Gate Bridge.

      ‘Oh, er…yes. Upload a copy on the mail server and lodge a CD copy with the bank. Get Juanita to do a transcript. We’ll compare it to the official transcript when we get it.’

      Throughout Alex’s meeting with the governor, they had maintained an open cell phone connection, with Alex’s brand new iPhone on silent and Nat listening in and recording the conversation.

      Originally the plan had been for Alex and Nat to go in together. But Nat had suggested that Alex might be more effective alone. Two on one would seem like bullying and might serve only to harden the governor’s attitude. One on one and it would come over more like a genuine plea for mercy. Alex would be like a stand-in for Burrow, making a straightforward appeal from the heart.

      Alex liked the way Nat thought. He had the knack for bringing a fresh perspective to the situation.

       10:17 PDT (18:17 BST)

      ‘Are you all right, Sue?’

      Susan White had been daydreaming. She was barely into the first hour of her shift and her mind was a million miles away. She became aware of a young nurse looking at her.

      ‘Oh yes. I’m fine. I was just thinking about something.’

      The young nurse was dark-haired and pretty, with a smile that reminded Susan of some young British actress who had made it big in Hollywood after several appearances in British movies. She couldn’t remember the name of the actress. It was all she could do to remember the name of the nurse.

      Danielle. Yes, that was it. Danielle Michaels.

      ‘You sure?’

      Susan White could sense Danielle was genuinely concerned.

      ‘Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry. Really I am.’

      Danielle smiled again and walked off, glancing back over her shoulder briefly, with a look of concern. But right now, the thing that was uppermost on Susan’s mind was that news report about the man who was about to be executed.

      Were the cases connected? She didn’t know. But she had to be sure.

      The first thing she did was head for the records room. The room was unlocked but the cabinets were not. It was out of hours and the records manager wasn’t there. Then she realized that she didn’t actually need the whole file, just the index. The hard copy files were filed by consecutive number and physically stored by date. But every file had a matching card in the card index and these were arranged alphabetically. The index card would have the date.

      She found it in less than a minute and a chill went up her spine. The file had been opened on May 25, 1998. Nine years ago, just like the TV reporter had said.

      There was no getting round it: the dates matched.

       10:36 PDT

      When they arrived at San Quentin, Alex again went in alone, while Nat waited in the car. He had been in many prisons before, but never in death row—not even the relatively calm North Segregation block.

      ‘It’s just too depressing,’ was all he had offered by way of explanation.

      ‘What are you talking about?’ Alex had responded. ‘It’s just like the rest of the prison.’

      ‘No, it isn’t. Not to me. It has…I can’t explain it. It’s like the place has the smell of death about it.’

      Alex had found this attitude incomprehensible.

      ‘How do you expect to work as a lawyer on cases of your own if you’re afraid that you can’t compartmentalize your emotions?’

      Nat had just shaken his head and turned away, as if struggling to contain those emotions.

      ‘I can’t do it,’ Nat had almost cried. ‘Not yet.’

      Alex remained mystified but realized that he had to accept it. Whatever psychological baggage Nat was carrying, he couldn’t shake it off and wasn’t ready to share it with anyone else.

      So on this case at least, Nat was functioning as little more than a driver. It was hardly a way to get ahead in his chosen profession. But in fairness to Nat, he had done a lot of background research. You couldn’t fault him for effort or enthusiasm. If Nat needed СКАЧАТЬ