act calm. He described the bomb and suspect and explained that Ozzie was searching for the accomplice.
"I want you and Hanna to go to Wilmington and stay with your parents until after the trial," he said.
She stared at the coffee and said nothing.
"I've already called your dad and explained everything.
They're scared too, and they insist you stay with them until this thing is over."
"And what if I don't want to go?"
"Please, Carla. How can you argue at a time like this?"
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine. Ozzie will give me a bodyguard and they'll watch the house around the clock. I'll sleep at the office some. I'll be safe, I promise."
She was not convinced.
"Look, Carla, I've got a thousand things on my mind right now. I've got a client facing the gas chamber and his trial is ten days away. I can't lose it. I'll work night and day from now until the twenty-second, and once the trial starts you won't see me anyway. The last thing I need is to be worried about you and Hanna. Please go."
"They were going to kill us, Jake. They tried to kill us."
He couldn't deny it.
"You promised to withdraw if the danger became real."
"It's out of the question. Noose would never allow me to withdraw at this late date."
"I feel as though you've lied to me."
"That's not fair. I think I underestimated this thing, and now it's too late."
She walked to the bedroom and began packing.
"The plane leaves Memphis at six-thirty. Your father will meet you at the Raleigh airport at nine-thirty."
"Yes, sir."
Fifteen minutes later they left Clanton. Jake drove and Carla ignored him. At five, they ate breakfast in the Memphis airport. Hanna was sleepy but excited about seeing her grandparents. Carla said little. She had much to say, but as a rule, they didn't argue in front of Hanna. She ate quietly and sipped her coffee and watched her husband casually read the paper as if nothing had happened.
Jake kissed them goodbye and promised to call every day. The plane left on time. At seven-thirty he was in Ozzie's office.
"Who is he?" Jake asked the sheriff.
"We have no idea. No wallet, no identification, nothin'. And he ain't talkin'."
"Does anybody recognize him?"
Ozzie thought for a second. "Well, Jake, he's kinda hard to recognize right now. Got a lot of bandages on his face."
Jake smiled. "You play rough, don't you, big guy?"
"Only when I have to. I didn't hear you object."
"No, I wanted to help. What about his friend?"
"We found him sleepin' in a red GMC 'bout a half a mile from your house. Terrell Grist. Local redneck. Lives out from Lake Village. I think he's a friend of the Cobb family."
Jake repeated the name a few times. "Never heard of him. Where is he?"
"Hospital. Same room with the other."
"My God, Ozzie, did you break his legs too?"
"Jake, my friend, he resisted arrest. We had to subdue him. Then we had to interrogate him. He didn't want to cooperate."
"What did he say?"
"Not much. Don't know nothin'. I'm convinced he doesn't know the guy with the dynamite."
"You mean they brought in a professional?"
"Could be. Riley looked at the firecrackers and timin' device and said it was pretty good work. We'd have never found you, your wife, your daughter, probably never found your house. It was set for two A.M. Without the tip, you'd be dead, Jake. So would your family."
Jake felt dizzy and sat on the couch. Reaction set in like a hard kick to the groin. A case of diarrhea almost manifested itself, and he was nauseated.
"You get your family off?"
"Yeah," he said weakly.
"I'm gonna assign a deputy to you full-time. Got a preference?"
"Not really."
"How 'bout Nesbit?"
"Fine. Thanks."
"One other thing. I guess you want this kept quiet?"
"If possible. Who knows about it?"
Chapter Eighteen
"Just me and the deputies. I think we can keep it under wraps until after the trial, but I can't guarantee anything."
"I understand. Try your best."
"I will, Jake."
"I know you will, Ozzie. I appreciate you."
Jake drove to the office, made the coffee and lay on the couch in his office. He wanted a quick nap, but sleep was impossible. His eyes burned, but he could not close them. He stared at the ceiling fan.
"Mr. Brigance," Ethel called over the intercom.
No response.
"Mr. Brigance!"
Somewhere in the deep recesses of his subconscious, Jake heard himself being paged/.He bolted upright. "Yes!" he yelled.
"Judge Noose is on the phone."
"Okay, okay," he mumbled as he staggered to his desk. He checked his watch. Nine A.M. He had slept