his head. Luke was pale, like he had never worked a field. He also looked like he hadnât sleptâperhaps hadnât even moved from this positionâfor days.
Lewis stared for a few seconds and tucked his head back around the corner. He looked around the corner a second time. If Luke heard Lewis, he made no sign. âLetâs go,â Lewis said to the guard.
As they retraced their steps, a voice rose in the half-light of the jail. The raspy chant echoed down the hall, seeming to come from the walls themselves.
Been down this old road before,
Been down this old road before,
Donât want to go there anymore.
Look up and I can see the sky,
Look up and I can see the sky,
Look up âcause Iâm sure Iâm gonna die.
Oh Lord, thereâs things I gotta tell,
Oh Lord, thereâs things I gotta tell,
Those things theyâll send me straight to hell.
When they reached the front door, Lewis thanked the guard for his kind assistance and headed over to the courthouse, which was just beginning to come to life. The hallways were filling up, and people were lingering outside their offices, chatting over their morning coffee.
Lewis spied Sam Tackett outside his office.
âThe reason we called you down, Lewis,â Tackett started, âwas to make sure that what went on this morning gets reported accurately. We donât want to read anything in the newspaper that is conjecture or speculation. We want the facts stated clearly and precisely. We have a lot of people in the county to think about, Lewis. And making sure they clearly understand what has transpired is important.â
âYou know I always try to report objectively and to research stories thoroughly.â
Tackett grinned as he looked Lewis in the eye. âNow, you know,â he continued, âthat weâre holding Luke Williams in the county jail.â
âYeah, I heard that.â
âHe came in late last night and gave a short statement to the deputy on night shift. The deputy wasnât sure whether he was confessing or just telling what he knew about the murders. But heâs willing to give a full statement today and to be questioned about the events and circumstances. This is our first break, and we need to be careful how we ask the questions and what he admits to. We donât want him to walk, because heâs the only thing we have except a bunch of dead bodies.â
âIâll do the best I can.â
âI hope so, for your sake, Lewis, because we can always do this without you.â
The interrogation room was hot and lit by a string of lights suspended over a square table that was surrounded haphazardly by several rickety chairs. Four other chairs were pushed against a wall near the door.
Collins was seated at the table by the time Bill Montgomery arrived. The deputy from the night before took a seat near the door, and Dan Mulevsky and Bob Thompson from the FBI, who had rushed up when they heard the news, were also in attendance. The Feds couldnât be accused of meddling if a suspect was already in custody. Lewis sat in the back by the deputy.
They chatted amiably until Luke was escorted into the interrogation room. He was handcuffed, and a deputy led him to a seat in front of the sheriff.
âTake the cuffs off,â Collins said, thinking that if they got him relaxed maybe Luke would talk all day.
The deputy removed the handcuffs, placed them on the table, and stood against the wall directly behind Lukeâs chair.
Luke rubbed his wrists over and over again where the handcuffs had dug into his skin a little too hard.
âLuke, you know why youâre here, donât you?â Collins asked.
âYeah.â
âYouâre our only witness, Luke, and we want to get your full statement today. Do you think thatâll be okay?â
âYeah, thatâs fine.â
âThereâs no reason to be worried or concerned. We just want to find out what