you know.â
âGot a smoke?â Luke asked.
Collins drew a cigarette from a pack on the table and handed it to Luke. Montgomery slid some matches across the table.
âNow, you still donât want an attorney, is that right?â Collins said. âYou mentioned that last night, remember?â
Luke shrugged his shoulders. âYeah, I guess so. Maybe later.â
âIs that a yes or a no?â
âAsk me again in ten minutes.â
Collins didnât think this would take long. They knew most of the details because they had seen the bodies, been to the crime scenes. They needed a confession. Collins started with the basics. âState your name and address, Luke.â
âLuke Williams. I live outside of town, northwest, toward Stovall. No address to speak of.â
âAnd your occupation?â
âYou know what I do. Iâm a sharecropper. Iâm what you city folks call a peckerwood. But donât call me that.â
âMarried?â
âYeah.â
âKids?â
âThree.â
âEver killed anyone?â
Everyone perked up.
Luke didnât respond.
Collins thought heâd catch him off guard.
Luke continued to puff.
Collins pushed his notepad across the table to Luke. âRead the top line for me, Luke.â
âI donât read.â
âAnyone in your family read?â
âNo. The reverend reads. Maybe if I did read, I wouldnât be farminâ.â Luke pushed the notepad back to Collins.
âWe want to hear,â Collins said, âin your own words, what you know about the murders. Just like you told the deputy last night. Why donât you start with the first one?â
âAinât much to tell. I know this guy was walking along the side of the road. Maybe he was hitching a ride, maybe not. Somebody asked him if he needed a ride, and he said sure. So he hopped in, and they drove down the road aways. Stopped after a little while, then they got outta the truck. The hitchhiker waited by the truck while the other one was doing something or other.â
âWhereâd the truck come from?â Montgomery asked.
âBorrowed,â Luke said. âFrom a neighbor, maybe.â
âThen what?â Collins continued.
âThen the driver walked up behind him and shot him in the head.â
âWhatâd he do with the body?â Collins asked.
âDumped him where you found him, behind the gin out near Mills Road.â
Collins scribbled some notes while Luke took a drag from his
cigarette.
âWhat about the second one?â Collins said.
âWhich one was that?â
âStabbing.â
âOh, yeah,â Luke said. âAnother guy looking for a ride, I heard. The driver and him disagreed about something, and they fought pretty hard. The driver left the guy lying on the ground then grabbed a knife from his truck and went back and stabbed him.â
Collins looked over at Montgomery in disbelief. âAny witnesses? Someone who drove by maybe?â
âNo.â
âHow many times was the victim stabbed?â Collins asked.
Luke smiled. âOnce, thatâs all it takes.â
Collins sat back and pulled out a cigarette for himself. He motioned at Luke for another, and Luke grabbed two.
âAnd number three?â Montgomery said. âDo you know anything about that murder?â
Everyone waited. Luke paused to recall what he had described the night before. His lips moved, but he didnât say a word as he used his fingers, which nimbly held the cigarette, to figure which two he had already discussed and which two he hadnât.
âWe got a shooting and a stabbing, Luke,â Collins said. âWho was next?â
Luke looked coolly at Collins then finally said, âDrowning.â
âWhat happened?â
âI heard this guy was fishing and a black fella came up and started talking to him and carrying on. He was loud and