Jack stayed with him all day. They had still not heard from the supreme court, and Jack tried to keep his client optimistic. The argument had gone very well, but Jack had had better clients and stronger arguments in the past and still lost, a fact he did not share with Felton, who was extremely nervous. It was four o’clock. The execution was scheduled for six. Jack knew they would hear something before then. He just didn’t know when or what the verdict would be. Why do they always wait until the last minute? he asked himself. On the other hand, maybe it was good to give people hope right up to the final hour. Felton had been given the option of receiving a generic form of Valium, diazepam, which he had accepted, but it had not yet arrived. His last meal was due any moment as well. He was jumpy as all get-out, and angry. “I’m gonna die because of the testimony of one stupid police officer. I can’t believe it.”
