Slattery’s face fell. “Are you joking? What is it? We have a trial
starting in thirty minutes. There’s a jury waiting out there.”
Breck Jefferson had been the number 2 student in his law
class, and Slattery trusted him completely. “They’re claiming Sam
Cayhall does not have the mental competence to face an
execution. They have an expert who’s willing to give evidence.
We can’t ignore it.”
“I don’t believe this.”
“You’d better look at it.”
His Honor frowned. “Sit down. Let me see it.