“What does Sam look like?”
“A very old man. Lots o f lines on his face and pale skin. He’s
too old to be locked up in a cage.”
Lee took his hand. “ I’m sorry you’re in the middle o f all this,”
she whispered.
“I’m sorry too.”
“Sorry about what?”
“I talked to a reporter with the Memphis Press earlier. They’ve
heard the rumor that Sam Cayhall is my grandfather. I didn’t tell
him about you, but he’ll find out.”
“What do you think will happen?”
“My name will be in the paper tomorrow - Adam Hall,
lawyer from Chicago, and grandson. And maybe you’ll be named
as the daughter o f Sam Cayhall, murderer, racist, terrorist, the
oldest man ever led to the gas chamber.”
“I’ve been through worse.”
“What?”