CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
With others as witness, I enter the death house. Bobby has drawn a standing room only crowd. I nod to Detective Grasser who is seated in the front row beside Ralph Morris and Don Vermeulen, the tough young attorneys from the DA's office.
Outside, the elements have let loose in all their fury. Listening to the howling wind and beating rain makes me think I'm somewhere in a small portion of hell. I find a spot against the wall where I will be looking directly into Bobby's face.
The tattered blanket is pulled aside and Warden Franks, the Chaplain, and three guards escort Bobby to the place of death. Bobby has a jaunty air about him, the smile is in place and he acts like he is looking for someone. He has to duck his head to enter the chamber and before his arms are strapp
