“What does Sam look like?”
“A very old man. Lots of 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 of 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 of Sam Cayhall, murderer, racist, terrorist, the
oldest man ever led to the gas chamber.”
“I’ve been through worse.”
“What?”