notes, such as "Don't know" or "Former client-hates niggers" or "Works at the shoe factory, might be sympathetic."
Jake read each name slowly, trying to place it with a
face or a reputation. There was nothing but names. No addresses, ages, occupations. Nothing but names. His fourth-grade schoolteacher from Karaway. One of his mother's friends from the Garden Club. A former client, shoplifting, he thought. A name from church. A regular at the Coffee Shop. A prominent farmer. Most of the names sounded white. There was a Willie Mae Jones, Leroy Washington, Roosevelt Tucker, Bessie Lou Bean, and a few other black names. But the list looked awfully pale. He recognized thirty names at most.
"Whatta you think?" asked Harry Rex.
"Hard to tell. Mostly white, but that's to be expected. Where'd you get this?"
"Don't ask. I made notes by twenty-six names. That's the best I can do. The rest I don't know."
"You're a true friend, Harry Rex."
"I'm a prince. Are you ready for trial?"
"Not yet. But I've found a secret weapon."
"What?"
"You'll meet her later."
"Her?"
"Yeah. You busy Wednesday night?"
"I don't think so. Why?"
"Good. Meet here at eight. Lucien will be here. Maybe one or two others. I want to take a couple of hours and talk about the jury. Who do we want? Let's get a profile of the model juror, and go from there. We'll cover each name and hopefully identify most of these people."
"Sounds like fun. I'll be here. What's your model juror?"
"I'm not sure. I think the vigilante would appeal to rednecks. Guns, violence, protection of women. The rednecks would eat it up. But my man is black, and a bunch of rednecks would fry him. He killed two of their own."
"I agree. I'd stay away from women. They would have no sympathy for the rapists, but they place a higher value on life. Taking an M-16 and blowing their heads off is something women just don't understand. You and I understand it because we're fathers. It appeals to us. The violence and blood doesn't bother us. We admire him. You've got to pick
oumc aumirers on tnat jury. Young fathers with some education."
"That's interesting. Lucien said he would stick with women because they're more sympathetic."
"I don't think so. I know some women who'd cut your throat if you crossed them."
"Some of your clients?"
"Yeah, and one is on that list. Frances Burdeen. Pick her, and I'll tell her how to vote."
"You serious?"
"Yep. She'll do anything I tell her."
"Can you be in court Monday? I want you to watch the jury during the selection process, then help me decide on the twelve."
"I wouldn't miss it."
Jake heard voices downstairs and pressed his finger to his lips. He listened, then smiled and motioned for Harry Rex to follow him. They tiptoed to the top of the stairs and listened to the commotion around Ethel's desk.
"You most certainly do not work here," Ethel insisted.
"I most certainly do. I was hired Saturday by Jake Bri-gance, who I believe is your boss."
"Hired for what?" Ethel demanded.
"As a law clerk."
"Well, he didn't discuss it with me."
"He discussed it with me, and gave me the job."
"How much is he paying you?"
"A hundred bucks an hour."
"Oh my God! I'll have to speak with him first."
"I've already spoken with him, Ethel."
"It's Mrs. Twitty to you." Ethel studied her carefully from head to toe. Acid-washed jeans, penny loafers, no socks, an oversized white cotton button-down with, evidently, nothing on underneath. "You're not dressed appropriately for this office. You're, you're indecent."
Harry Rex raised his eyebrows and smiled at Jake. They watched the stairs and listened.
"My boss, who happens to be your boss, said I could dress like this."
"But you forgot something, didn't you?"
"Jake said I could forget it. He told me you hadn't worn
a bra in twenty years. He said most of the women in Clanton go braless, so I left mine at home."
"He what?" Ethel screamed with arms crossed over her chest.
"Is he upstairs?" Ellen asked coolly.
"Yes, I'll call him."
"Don't bother."
Jake and Harry Rex retreated into the big office and waited for the law clerk. She entered carrying a large briefcase.
"Good morning, Row Ark," Jake said. "I want you to meet a good friend, Harry Rex Vonner."
Harry Rex shook her hand and stared at her shirt. "Nice to meet you. What was your first name?"
"Ellen."
"Just call her Row Ark," Jake said. "She'll clerk here until Hailey's over."
"That's nice," said Harry Rex, still staring.
"Harry Rex is a local lawyer, Row Ark, and one of the many you cannot trust."