They killed a cop. That would be pretty much an automatic death sentence, but these days, that’s iffy at best. Even if that happens, they’ll spend...the next fifteen years on Death Row waiting for it. Realistically, even if they get the death penalty, it will probably be ruled unconstitutional. It’s Alabama’s problem anyway. It’s like I heard the other day during roll call. Georgia has enough assholes of its own. We don’t need to import them from anywhere else.” Kelly laughed at that.After we got. "Is Annie there he asked."I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you have the wrong number." I said in my sexiest voice, hoping it would get his attention."This isn't Annie's number? 619-555-6969?" he asked.That was the number he had dialed, but it didn't belong to Annie. I explained to him that I had just recently gotten the number.He apologized, "I'm sorry for bothering you. Thanks." And before he said good-bye I blurted, "It's no problem at all. Have a good day, Sweetie!" And as soon as the call. “Gross, man.” “Yeah, what a pig.”This was going to be a fun two weeks. For me.---David and three of his friends sipped wine and chatted while I connected Daisy to the ankle cuffs. When they were both firmly in place, I had one of them help me with the ropes. The ropes ran through pulleys at the outside upper corners of the big wooden frame and she was soon hanging upside down, her legs opened wide, her heels about six feet apart. I crouched down and ran my fingers through what was left of her. "Good-bye, Roger."Having broke the silence with that, Cynthia went straight to the hall to get her coat, and in a moment was driving away in her car. She would be on time for her pottery course, but now the room she had left was even stiller, with just the sound of the clock ticking to slice the silence.Roger was conscious that his wife had left, and he got up, crossed the room to the little antique liquor cabinet, and retrieved a bottle and a glass. Then he sat again in the chair and began.