CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
Next morning my headline tells the whole story.
“MASON TO DIE IN GAS CHAMBER”
A week after Mason was found guilty, Judge Huckabay set the date for his execution. Today, I'm here at the back door of the jail to grab a photo of Bobby as they transport him to death row at the state penitentiary. This transfer was supposed to be secret, but someone leaked the news. There’s a mob around the place. Extra uniforms have been called in for crowd control.
At last, the back door opens and a shackled Bobby Mason, surrounded by four big uniformed cops and Detective Steinberg, comes out into the sunlight. Bobby blinks his eyes, then flashes a big smile to the g**g of girls who are screaming his name. He raises his cuffed hands to wave as the officers escort him into the van and clo
