"Two," answered Ozzie. "I'll drive mine and you drive yours. I'll take Pirtle and Carl Lee, you take Riley and Nes-bit."
"Guns?"
"Three shotguns in each car. Plenty of shells. Everbody
wears a vest, including Carl Lee. Get the cars ready. I'd like to leave by five-thirty."
Hastings mumbled something and disappeared.
"Are you expecting trouble?" Jake asked.
"We've had some phone calls. Two in particular mentioned the trip to Whitfield. Lot of highway between here and there."
"How are you going?"
"Most folks take 22 to the interstate, wouldn't .you say? It might be safer to take some smaller highways. We'll probably run 14 south to 89."
"That would be unexpected."
"Good. I'm glad you approve."
"He's my client, you know."
"For right now, anyway."
Carl Lee quickly devoured the eggs and biscuits as Jake briefed him on what to expect during the stay at Whitfield.
"I know, Jake. You want me to act crazy, right?" Carl Lee said with a laugh. Ozzie thought it was funny too.
"This is serious, Carl Lee. Listen to me."
"Why? You said yourself it won't matter what I say or do down there. They won't say I was insane when I shot them. Them doctors work for the State, right? The State's prosecutin' me, right? What difference does it make what I say or do? They've already made up their minds. Ain't that right, Ozzie?"
"I'm not gettin' involved. I work for the State."
"You work for the County," said Jake.
"Name, rank, and serial number. That's all they're get-tin' outta me," Carl Lee said as he emptied a small paper sack.
"Very funny," said Jake.
"He's crackin' up, Jake," Ozzie said.
Carl Lee stuck two straws up his nose and began tiptoeing around the office, staring at the ceiling and then grabbing at something above his head. He put it in the sack. He lunged at another one and put it in the sack. Hastings returned and stopped in the door. Carl Lee grinned at him with wild eyes, then grabbed at another one toward the ceiling.
"What the hell he's doin'?" Hastings asked.
"Catchin' butterflies," Carl Lee said.
Jake grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door. "I think you should leave him at Whitfield." He slammed the door and left the jail.
Noose had scheduled the venue hearing for Monday, June 24, in Clanton. The hearing would be long and well publicized. Jake had requested the change of venue, and he had the burden of proving Carl Lee could not receive a fair and impartial trial in Ford County. He needed witnesses. Persons with credibility in the community who were willing to testify that a fair trial was not possible. Atcavage said he might do it as a favor, but the bank might not want him involved. Harry Rex had eagerly volunteered. Reverend Agee said he would be glad to testify, but that was before the NAACP announced its lawyers would be handling the case. Lucien had no credibility, and Jake did not seriously consider asking him.
Buckley, on the other hand, would line up a dozen credible witnesses-elected officials, lawyers, businessmen, maybe other sheriffs-all of whom would testify that they had vaguely heard of Carl Lee Hailey and he could most certainly receive a fair trial in Clanton. .
Jake personally preferred the trial to be in Clanton, in his courthouse across the street from his office, in front of his people. Trials were pressure-filled, tedious, sleepless ordeals. It would be nice to have this one in a friendly arena, three minutes from his driveway. When the trial recessed, he could spend the free moments in his office doing research, preparing witnesses or relaxing. He could eat at the Coffee Shop or Claude's, or even run home for a quick lunch. His client could remain in the Ford County jail, near his family.
And, of course, his media exposure would be much greater. The reporters would gather in front of his office each morning of the trial and follow him as he walked slowly toward the courthouse. That thought was exciting.
Did it matter where they tried Carl Lee Hailey? Lucien was correct: the publicity had reached every resident of every county in Mississippi. So why change venue? His guilt or
innocence had already been prejudged by every prospective juror in the state.
Sure it mattered. Some prospective jurors were white and some were black. Percentage-wise, there would be more white ones in Ford County than the surrounding counties. Jake loved black jurors, especially in criminal cases and especially when the criminal was black. They were not as anxious to convict. They were open