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Hastings closed his eyes and dropped his head。 Ozzie gritted his teeth and looked away。 〃What else did he say？〃
〃He's bad drunk。 He won't remember any of it in the mornin'。 Said she was a cute little nigger。〃
〃Who was with him？〃
〃Pete Willard。〃
〃Is he in there？〃
〃Yep； they're both laughin' about it。〃
〃Where are they？〃
〃Left…hand side； next to the pinball machines。〃
Ozzie smiled。 〃Okay； Bumpous。 You did good。 Get lost。〃
Hastings called the dispatcher with the two names。 The dispatcher relayed the message to Deputy Looney； who was parked in the street in front of the home of County Judge Percy Bullard。 Looney rang the doorbell and handed the judge two affidavits and two arrest warrants。 Bullard scribbled on the warrants and returned them to Looney； who thanked His Honor and left。 Twenty minutes later Looney handed the warrants to Ozzie behind the church。
At exactly eleven； the band quit in mid…song； the dice disappeared； the dancers froze； the cue balls stopped rolling； and someone turned on the lights。 All eyes followed the big sheriff as he and his men swaggered slowly across the dance floor to a table by the pinball machines。 Cobb； Willard； and two others sat in a booth； the table littered with empty beer cans^ Ozzie walked to the table and grinned at Cobb。
〃I'm sorry； sir； but we don't allow niggers in here；〃 Cobb blurted out； and the four burst into laughter。 Ozzie kept grinning。
When the laughing stopped； Ozzie said； 〃You boys havin' a good time； Billy Ray？〃
〃We was。〃
〃Looks like it。 I hate to break things up； but you and Mr。 Willard need to e with me。〃
〃Where we goin'？〃 Willard asked。
〃For a ride。〃
〃I ain't movin'；〃 Cobb vowed。 With that； the other two scooted from the booth and joined the spectators。
〃I'm placin' you both under arrest；〃 Ozzie said。
〃You got warrants？〃 Cobb asked。
Hastings produced the warrants； and Ozzie threw them among the beer cans。 〃Yeah； we got warrants。 Now get up。〃
Willard stared desperately at Cobb； who sipped a beer and said； 〃I ain't goin' to jail。〃
Looney handed Ozzie the longest； blackest nightstick ever used in Ford County。 Willard was panic…stricken。 Ozzie cocked it and struck the center of the table； sending beer and cans and foam in all directions。 Willard bolted upright； slapped his wrists together and thrust them at Looney； who was waiting with the handcuffs。 He was dragged outside and thrown into a patrol car。
Ozzie tapped his left palm with the stick and grinned at
Cobb。 〃You have the right to remain silent。 Anything you say will be used against you in court。 You have the right to a lawyer。 If you can't afford one； the state'll furnish one。 Any questions？〃
〃Yeah； what time is it？〃
〃Time to go to jail； big man。〃
〃Go to hell； nigger。〃
Ozzie grabbed his hair and lifted him from the booth； then drove his face into the floor。 He jammed a knee into his spine and slid his nightstick under his throat； and pulled upward while driving the knee deeper into his back。 Cobb squealed until the stick began crushing his larynx。
The handcuffs were slapped into place； and Ozzie dragged him by his hair across the dance floor； out the door； across the gravel and threw him into the back seat with Wil…lard。
News of the rape spread quickly。 More friends and relatives crowded into the waiting room and the halls around it。 Tonya was out of surgery and listed as critical。 Ozzie talked to Gwen's brother in the hall and told of the arrests。 Yes； they were the ones； he was sure。
Jake Brigance rolled across his wife and staggered to the small bathroom a few feet from his bed； where he searched and groped in the dark for the screaming alarm clock。 He found it where he had left it； and killed it with a quick and violent slap。 It was 5：30 A。M。； Wednesday； May 15。
He stood in the dark for a moment； breathless； terrified； his heart pounding rapidly； staring at the fluorescent numbers glowing at him from the face of the clock； a clock he hated。 Its piercing scream could be heard down the street。 He flirted with cardiac arrest every morning at this time when the thing erupted。 On occasion； about twice a year； he was successful in shoving Carla onto the floor； and she would maybe turn it off before returning to bed。 Most of the time； however； she was not sympathetic。 She thought he was crazy for getting up at such an hour。
The clock sat on the windowsill so that Jake was required to move around a bit before it was silenced。 Once up； Jake would not permit himself to crawl back under the covers。 It was one of his rules。 At one time the alarm was on the nightstand； and the volume was reduced。 Carla would reach and turn it off before Jake heard anything。 Then he would sleep until seven or eight and ruin his entire day。 He would miss being in the office by seven； which was another rule。 The alarm stayed in the bathroom and served its purpose。
Jake stepped to the sink and splashed cold water on'his face and hair。 He switched on the light and gasped in horror at the sight in the mirror。 His straight brown hair shot in all directions； and the hairline had receded at least two inches during the night。 Either that or his forehead had grown。 His eyes were matted and swollen with the white stuff packed in the corners。 A seam in a blanket left a bright red scar along the left side of his face。 He touched； then rubbed it and wondered if it would go away。 With his right hand he pushed his hair back and inspected the hairline。 At thirty…two； he had no gray hair。 Gray hair was not the problem。 The problem was pattern baldness； which Jake had richly inherited
from both sides of his family。 He longed for a full； thick hairline beginning an inch above his eyebrows。 He still had plenty of hair； Carla told him。 But it wouldn't last long at the rate it was disappearing。 She also assured him he was as handsome as ever； and he believed her。 She had explained that a receding hairline gave him a look of maturity that was essential for a young attorney。 He believed that too。
But what about old； bald attorneys； or even mature； middle…aged bald attorneys？ Why couldn't the hair return after he grew wrinkles and gray sideburns and looked very mature？
Jake pondered these things in the shower。 He took quick showers； and he shaved and dressed quickly。 He had to be at the Coffee Shop at 6：00 A。M。…another rule。 He turned on lights and slammed and banged drawers and closet doors in an effort to arouse Carla。 This was the morning ritual during the summer when she was not teaching school。 He had explained to her numerous times that she had all day to catch up on any lost sleep； and that these early moments should be spent together。 She moaned and tunneled deeper under the covers。 Once dressed； Jake jumped on the bed with all fours and kissed her in the ear； down the neck； and all over the face until she finally swung at him。 Then he yanked the covers off the bed and laughed as she curled up and shivered and begged for the blankets。 He held them and admired her dark； tanned； thin； almost perfect legs。 The bulky nightshirt covered nothing below the waist； and a hundred lewd thoughts danced before him。
About once a month this ritual would get out of hand。