A Time to Kill by John Grisham Page B

Walls.”
    “You’re the sheriff of Ford County?”
    “Yes.”
    “I know who he is,” Bullard mumbled as he flipped through the file.
    “Sheriff, yesterday afternoon, did your office receive a call about a missing child?”
    “Yes, around four-thirty.”
    “What did your office do?”
    “Deputy Willie Hastings was dispatched to the residence of Gwen and Carl Lee Hailey, the parents of the girl.”
    “Where was that?”
    “Down on Craft Road, back behind Bates Grocery.”
    “What did he find?”
    “He found the girl’s mother, who made the call. Then drove around searchin’ for the girl.”
    “Did he find her?”
    “No. When he returned to the house, the girl was there. She’d been found by some folks fishin’, and they took her home.”
    “What shape was the girl in?”
    “She’d been raped and beaten.”
    “Was she conscious?”
    “Yeah. She could talk, or mumble, a little.”
    “What did she say?”
    Tyndale jumped to his feet. “Your Honor, please, I know hearsay is admissible in a hearing like this, but this is triple hearsay.”
    “Overruled. Shut up. Sit down. Continue, Mr. Childers.”
    “What did she say?”
    “Told her momma it was two white men in a yellow pickup truck with a rebel flag in the window. That’s about all. She couldn’t say much. Had both jaws broken and her face kicked in.”
    “What happened then?”
    “The deputy called an ambulance and she was taken to the hospital.”
    “How is she?”
    “They say she’s critical.”
    “What happened then?”
    “Based on what I knew at the time I had a suspect in mind.”
    “So what’d you do?”
    “I located an informant, a reliable informant, and placed him in a beer joint down by the lake.”
    Childers was not one to dwell on details, especially in front of Bullard. Jake knew it, as did Tyndale. Bullard sent every case to the grand jury, so every preliminary was a formality. Regardless of the case, the facts, the proof, regardless of anything, Bullard would bind the defendant over to the grand jury. If there was insufficient proof, let the grand jury turn them loose, not Bullard. He had to be reelected, the grand jury did not. Voters got upset when criminals were cut loose. Most defense lawyers in the county waived the preliminary hearings before Bullard. Not Jake. He viewed such hearings as the best and quickest way to look atthe prosecution’s case. Tyndale seldom waived a preliminary hearing.
    “Which beer joint?”
    “Huey’s.”
    “What’d he find out?”
    “Said he heard Cobb and Willard, the two defendants over there, braggin’ ’bout rapin’ a little black girl.”
    Cobb and Willard exchanged stares. Who was the informant? They remembered little from Huey’s.
    “What’d you find at Huey’s?”
    “We arrested Cobb and Willard, then we searched a pickup titled in the name of Billy Ray Cobb.”
    “What’d you find?”
    “We towed it in and examined it this mornin’. Lot of blood stains.”
    “What else?”
    “We found a small T-shirt covered with blood.”
    “Whose T-shirt?”
    “It belonged to Tonya Hailey, the little girl who was raped. Her daddy, Carl Lee Hailey, identified it this mornin’.”
    Carl Lee heard his name and sat upright. Ozzie stared straight at him. Jake turned and saw Carl Lee for the first time.
    “Describe the truck.”
    “New yellow Ford half-ton pickup. Big chrome wheels and mud tires. Rebel flag in the rear window.”
    “Owned by who?”
    Ozzie pointed at the defendants. “Billy Ray Cobb.”
    “Does it match the description given by the girl?”
    “Yes.”
    Childers paused and reviewed his notes. “Now, Sheriff, what other evidence do you have against these defendants?”
    “We talked to Pete Willard this mornin’ at the jail. He signed a confession.”
    “You did what!” Cobb blurted. Willard cowered and looked for help.
    “Order! Order!” shouted Bullard as he banged his gavel. Tyndale separated his clients.
    “Did you advise Mr. Willard of his