Mercy. David Kessler

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      ‘As you say, Alex, a quid pro quo.’ Dusenbury turned to Mrs Olsen. ‘Esther, maybe you’d like to explain.’

      Esther Olsen sat up slowly. It was a struggle, but she forced herself. Alex sensed her difficulty as he watched her painful movements. He adjusted his chair to face her, moving slightly to make it easier for her to look at him.

      ‘Mr Sedaka,’—her voice was shaky—‘I do not know you, but you are a good man. At least, I have been told that you are a good man.’

      Alex nodded. There was not much he could say really. To agree would be arrogant; to disagree, ungracious. In any case that was clearly just the preamble to what she wanted to say.

      ‘I know that you only came in on this case recently and I know that you have a duty to help your client.’

      Again he nodded, trying to make it reassuring. Whatever she was about to say, he knew that it must be painful. It must have cost her a helluva lot to reach the decision to ask the governor to grant clemency to the man who had murdered her daughter.

      ‘Mr Sedaka, in Hebrew your name means both “charity” and “righteousness” and I hope those are ideals that you live up to.’

      Like Esther Olsen, Alex was Jewish and, although he had long ceased to practice the religion of his childhood, he still remembered much of what he had learned about it in the first fourteen years of his life. He knew about the meaning of his name, or rather the Hebrew word ‘tsedaka,’ from which the family name Sedaka was derived.

      ‘I am dying, Mr Sedaka. I have cancer of the pancreas and the doctors have told me that I have at most a few months left to live. I was estranged from my daughter, for reasons too complicated to go into. One of my biggest regrets is that we never got the chance to make it up.’

      ‘Was this disagreement shortly before she died?’

      Alex didn’t know why he had asked it. But he knew that it was more than just idle curiosity.

      ‘No, this was several years before she died. I always thought—I always hoped—that the passage of time would heal the wounds. But it was not to be. We were never reconciled.’

      She took a deep breath, struggling to speak.

      ‘To outlive one’s own child is a terrible thing, Mr Sedaka. But if there is one thing worse than to outlive one’s child, it is to part from those we love on bad terms. And that is the pain that I will carry with me to my grave.’

      Her eyes were welling up with tears now and Alex felt a lump in his own throat.

      ‘It is too late for me now to be reconciled with my daughter and I do not know if we will be at peace with each other in the next life, because I do not know if there is a next life. But there is one thing that I want to do in this life and that is to give her a proper burial…or…at least to know where she is buried.’

      Now, at last, it was all falling into place.

      Alex turned to Mrs Olsen.

      ‘So let me see if I’ve understood this correctly. You want me to get my client to reveal where he has dispo—where he has buried the body. And in return for this, you have asked for Burrow to get clemency and to serve a sentence of…what?’ He turned to the governor. ‘Life without parole?’

      Dusenbury nodded. Obviously the governor wasn’t going to give Burrow a complete amnesty. Alex looked to Esther Olsen.

      ‘That is all I ask, Mr Sedaka. That is a mother’s dying wish.’

      Alex lowered his eyes, overwhelmed by his own emotions. How, he asked himself, could my client have been so evil as to do what he did? How could he be so cruel as to put a mother through this?

      But he quickly cut off the thought. It was not for him to judge his client. It was not even for him to believe that his client was guilty as long as Burrow maintained his innocence. Of course he had a duty to put the offer to his client. Maybe now at last Burrow would come clean. Alex had never really believed that Burrow was anything other than guilty. Of course as a lawyer, Alex had a professional duty to act on his client’s instructions and to argue that his client was innocent as long as that was what the client maintained. But there was no authority on earth that could issue a formal ruling that is binding on human nature, much less on human thought.

      Alex had assumed that Burrow was guilty before he had even taken on the case, if only from the news coverage when the original trial took place and through the long and tortuous appeals process. By the time he was asked to take the case, he was pre-disposed toward the idea of Burrow’s guilt. But he was persuaded to take the case by the pleading of his ambitious legal intern and by the formal personal request of Burrow himself, for reasons which Alex had never quite understood.

      Although Alex had speedread the trial transcript, working in an intense pressure-cooker atmosphere as the execution date loomed up ahead, nothing he had read had in any way changed his mind. Although the case was too complicated to be described as ‘open and shut’ it was certainly sufficiently overwhelming. There was no doubt in Alex’s mind: Clayton Burrow had murdered Dorothy Olsen.

      The only question was, would he now come clean, now that he had a chance to save his miserable СКАЧАТЬ