The Last Mile (Amos Decker, #2)(41)
“That’s great news,” said Jamison.
“If he’s innocent,” said Milligan sullenly. “Not so great if he’s not.”
“I wonder if he wants to go to Alabama,” said Bogart.
“Alabama?” asked Davenport. “Why?”
“Family members of the victims are entitled to witness the execution. And although technically Montgomery wasn’t convicted of the murders, he did confess to them, and it’s not like Mars will get a second chance to see him put to death.”
“Well, let’s go ask him,” said Decker.
*
Mars was sitting in a room in a rental house guarded by three FBI agents out of Austin. His lawyer, Mary Oliver, had obviously just arrived, because she was hugging Mars as Decker, Bogart, and the rest of the team showed up.
“I knew it might be coming,” said Mars. “But it’s still hard to believe.”
Oliver said, “There will be a formal court proceeding where your record will be expunged, and I’ve already filed for compensation from the state. I don’t think you’ll have any problem getting the max payout.”
After they all had finished congratulating him, Bogart told him about Montgomery’s execution coming up. “I’ve made calls. They’ll let you attend if you want to.”
Mars looked over at Decker. “What do you think? Should I go?”
Decker thought about this for a few moments. “If you think it might give you some closure, yes.”
“But you don’t think he really did it.”
“And I could be wrong.” Decker paused. “Besides, there’s another reason for us to go to Alabama.”
“What’s that?”
“Mrs. Montgomery.”
*
The court proceeding was held the next day. Mars, dressed in a cheap suit, stood next to Mary Oliver as the judge apologized for what had happened and formally cleared him of all charges.
“I can only hope, Mr. Mars, that the rest of your life will be full of nothing but positive events,” said the judge. He smacked his gavel and the proceedings were over.
There were quite a few newspeople gathered outside the courtroom, all wanting a piece of Mars and his story. But by now Bogart, Decker, and Milligan had joined the fray, and Decker used his bulk like a bowling ball to move Mars through the throngs of waving microphones to a waiting SUV.
As they sped off Decker said, “You’re going to be the national news story du jour.”
“I’m surprised anybody still cares about it,” said Mars.
“They will, but only for one twenty-four-hour news cycle.”
Bogart handed him something. Mars looked down at it.
“A cell phone?”
Jamison answered. “It’s actually a smartphone. You can get the Internet on it. Do emails, texting, tweeting, Instagram, Snapchat, take pictures and watch TV and movies. Oh, and you can also make calls with it.” She added with a grin, “But sexting will just get you in trouble. So skip that one.”
Mars rubbed a finger over the phone’s screen. “Guess I got a lot of catching up to do.”
“Well, it’s better than the alternative,” noted Decker.
*
Since Mars was no longer a prisoner, he could travel without a guard, and without being shackled. He sat on the United Airlines flight next to Decker. Bogart was across the aisle. Jamison and Davenport were in the seats behind Bogart. Milligan had volunteered to remain in Texas to keep working on the case locally.
Mars looked out the window. “Haven’t been on a plane in a long time. They look pretty much the same.”
Decker adjusted his sitting position, reclining his chair the maximum one-eighteenth of an inch allowed. “There’s one difference. The seats have gotten smaller. Or maybe I’ve just gotten a lot bigger.”
Mars continued to stare out the window. “Never thought I’d be leaving Texas.”
“I’m sure you thought you’d never be doing a lot of things.”
“I’ve never witnessed an execution.”
“Just so you know, Montgomery picked the electric chair over lethal injection.”
Mars glanced sharply at him. “What the hell is that about?”
“Couldn’t tell you. Alabama gives you a choice and that was his.”
“Will his wife be there?”
“She’s entitled to be. Whether she’s coming or not I don’t know. I doubt she’ll bring her son if she does.”
“And if he didn’t kill my parents?”
“He clearly murdered several others. His capital sentence was justified under the law.”
Mars nodded. “How many innocent folks you figure were executed?”
“One is too many. And I’m pretty sure it’s more than one.”
“I came within a few minutes of being part of that group.”
“Like I said when I met you, you’re one lucky guy, after being one really unlucky guy.”
“Yeah, well, let’s hope my luck holds.”
Mars looked to the front of the plane and watched as the flight attendant positioned the beverage cart as a roadblock in front of the cockpit as one of the pilots came out to use the restroom.