stories and leads and rumors, and drank until they were drunk because there was nothing else to do in Clanton after dark.
The motels filled Sunday night, June 23, the night before the venue hearing. Early Monday morning they gathered in the restaurant at the Best Western to drink coffee and speculate. The hearing was the first major skirmish, and
could likely be the only courtroom action until the trial. A rumor surfaced that Noose was ill and did not want to hear the case, and that he would ask the Supreme Court to appoint another judge. Just a rumor, with no source and nothing more definite, said a reporter from Jackson. At eight they packed their cameras and microphones and left for the square. One group set up outside the jail, another at the rear of the courthouse, but most headed for the courtroom. By eight-thirty it was filled.
From the balcony of his office, Jake watched the activity around the courthouse. His heart beat faster than normal, and his stomach tingled. He smiled. He was ready for Buck-ley, ready for the cameras.
Noose looked down past the end of his nose, over his reading glasses, and around the packed courtroom. Everyone was in place.
"The court has before it," he began, "the defendant's motion for a change of venue. The trial in this matter has been set for Monday, July 22. That's four weeks from today, according to my calendar I have set a deadline for filing motions and disposing of same, and I believe those are the only two deadlines between now and trial."
"That's correct, Your Honor," thundered Buckley, half standing behind his table. Jake rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Thank you, Mr. Buckley," Noose said dryly. "The defendant has filed the proper notice that he intends to use an insanity defense. Has he been examined at Whitfield?"
"Yes sir, Your Honor, last week," Jake answered.
"Will he employ his own psychiatrist?"
"Of course, Your Honor."
"Has he been examined by his own?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. So that's out of the way. What other motions do you anticipate filing?"
"Your Honor, we expect to file a motion requesting the clerk to summons more than the usual number of prospective jurors-"
"The state will oppose that motion," Buckley yelled as he jumped to his feet.
"Sit down, Mr. Buckley!" Noose said sternly, ripping off his glasses and glaring at the D.A. "Please don't yell at me again. Of course you will oppose it. You will oppose any motion filed by the defense. That's your job. Don't interrupt again. You'll have ample opportunity after we adjourn to perform for the media."
Buckley slumped in his chair and hid his red face. Noose had never screamed at him before.
"Continue, Mr. Brigance."
Jake was startled by Ichabod's meanness. He looked tired and ill. Perhaps it was the pressure.
"We may have some written objections to anticipated evidence."
"Motions in limineT'
"Yes, sir."
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"We'll hear those at trial. Anything else?"
"Not at this time."
"Now, Mr. Buckley, will the State file any motions?"
"I can't think of any," Buckley answered meekly.
"Good. I want to make sure there are no surprises between now and trial. I will be here one week before trial to hear and decide any pretrial matters. I expect any motions to be filed promptly, so that we can tie up any loose ends well before the twenty-second."
Noose flipped through his file and studied Jake's motion for a change of venue. Jake whispered to Carl Lee, whose presence was not required for the hearing, but he insisted. Gwen and the three boys sat in the first row behind their daddy. Tonya was not in the courtroom.
"Mr. Brigance, your motion appears to be in order. How many witnesses?"
"Three, Your Honor."
"Mr. Buckley, how many will you call?"
"We have twenty-one," Buckley said proudly.
"Twenty-one!" yelled the judge.
Buckley cowered and glanced at Musgrove. "B-but, we probably won't need them all. In fact, I know we won't call all of them."
"Pick your best five, Mr. Buckley. I don't plan to be here all day."
"Yes, Your Honor."
"Mr. Brigance, you've asked for a change of venue. It's your motion. You may proceed."
Jake stood and walked slowly across the courtroom, behind Buckley, to the wooden podium in front of the jury box. "May it please the court, Your Honor, Mr. Hailey has requested that his trial be moved from Ford County. The reason is obvious: the publicity in this case will prevent a fair trial. The good people of this county have prejudged the guilt or innocence of Carl Lee Hailey. He is charged with killing two men, both of