victim.”
“Look, we are still investigating and have not made a decision yet.”
The Sheriff could see Goldstein, the reporter, and the state trooper had made their way to the crowd. He wanted to end this situation before they had a chance to intrude, but he was too late.
“Sheriff, what do you make of the noose at the crime scene?” asked the newspaper reporter, while holding his pen and a pad of paper, ready to write.
“That’s the noose that they were going to use on my son,” explained Mama Brooks.
Damn, thought the Sheriff. They already saw the noose. It was now too late to retrieve it. The Sheriff realized that he messed up and should have instinctively remove it initially. The Judge would be pissed. The Sheriff had to have a response.
“Like I said before, we are still investigating the matter,” replied the Sheriff.
“Mr. Goldstein, can they keep my family locked up?” Mama Brooks asked Goldstein.
“Mrs. Brooks, let’s go over to my car and speak over here.”
Mama Brooks headed over to Goldstein’s car.
The Sheriff was glad that Goldstein distracted her, but the rest of the crowd was not moving. He decided to pull a bluff on the crowd. “As I mentioned, we are not going to make a decision on whether we’re going to press charges until tomorrow. If you want to wait out here until then, go ahead.”
The Sheriff abruptly turned and walked into the police station.
~~~~
It was about 4:30 p.m., and Goldstein, the reporter, and the state trooper headed to the nearest hotel to get a room. They realized that they were going to have to wait out the events. Ryan Ward had telephoned in the news story to the Austin Gazette. The Austin Gazette would then wire their story to key local Texas areas and to the Associated Press, who would then distribute it nationwide. Ryan hoped that the story would be ready for most six o’clock radio and television news broadcasts.
They went to the Walnut Hill Lane Hotel, which was located on Walnut Lane. Walnut Lane was located one block west of Main Street. It was a three-story, brown, bricked hotel. It was a fairly new hotel.
There were no stairs, so the doorman opened the door for the men. Except for the state trooper, each man was carrying a small duffel bag. The state trooper approached the front desk first, which was located straight ahead from the front door.
“How can I help you officer?” asked the person at the front desk.
“We would like three rooms,” replied the state trooper.
“Officer, what is your name, please?”
“I am Officer Jake Wright. Why do you want to know?”
“Well, you want to check into my hotel. I need to know who you are.”
“Okay, now you know who I am. Can we have our rooms please?”
“Who are you two?” The person pointed to Ryan Ward and Howard Goldstein.
“I am a reporter from the Austin Gazette. My name is Ryan Ward. What is your name?”
“I am Jim Bellows. I own this hotel. What’s your name?” He asked while pointing at Goldstein.
“If you must know, my name is Howard Goldstein.”
“Okay, now that we all know each other, can we have our rooms please,” said Ryan Ward sarcastically.
“We only have one room available, and the state trooper gets it.”
“Yeah right,” said Ryan Ward. “Your hotel doesn’t seem that busy. You have more than one room available.”
“No, I don’t. That’s all I have. The state trooper can stay. The rest of you can’t. Try another hotel.”
“Are you serious?” Ward asked in a threatening tone. “You’re not going to let a reporter from the leading newspaper in Texas and a victim’s attorney stay at your hotel?”
“That’s right, Jew boy.”
“I’m not Jewish, but my friend here is. So you don’t rent to Jews?”
“Look, I don’t have any room here. I told you that already. Also, this Jew boy’s client killed three of our citizens. He’s going to fry.”
Officer Jake Wright spoke up. “Wait a minute.” He faced Ward and Goldstein. “You
“Look, we are still investigating and have not made a decision yet.”
The Sheriff could see Goldstein, the reporter, and the state trooper had made their way to the crowd. He wanted to end this situation before they had a chance to intrude, but he was too late.
“Sheriff, what do you make of the noose at the crime scene?” asked the newspaper reporter, while holding his pen and a pad of paper, ready to write.
“That’s the noose that they were going to use on my son,” explained Mama Brooks.
Damn, thought the Sheriff. They already saw the noose. It was now too late to retrieve it. The Sheriff realized that he messed up and should have instinctively remove it initially. The Judge would be pissed. The Sheriff had to have a response.
“Like I said before, we are still investigating the matter,” replied the Sheriff.
“Mr. Goldstein, can they keep my family locked up?” Mama Brooks asked Goldstein.
“Mrs. Brooks, let’s go over to my car and speak over here.”
Mama Brooks headed over to Goldstein’s car.
The Sheriff was glad that Goldstein distracted her, but the rest of the crowd was not moving. He decided to pull a bluff on the crowd. “As I mentioned, we are not going to make a decision on whether we’re going to press charges until tomorrow. If you want to wait out here until then, go ahead.”
The Sheriff abruptly turned and walked into the police station.
~~~~
It was about 4:30 p.m., and Goldstein, the reporter, and the state trooper headed to the nearest hotel to get a room. They realized that they were going to have to wait out the events. Ryan Ward had telephoned in the news story to the Austin Gazette. The Austin Gazette would then wire their story to key local Texas areas and to the Associated Press, who would then distribute it nationwide. Ryan hoped that the story would be ready for most six o’clock radio and television news broadcasts.
They went to the Walnut Hill Lane Hotel, which was located on Walnut Lane. Walnut Lane was located one block west of Main Street. It was a three-story, brown, bricked hotel. It was a fairly new hotel.
There were no stairs, so the doorman opened the door for the men. Except for the state trooper, each man was carrying a small duffel bag. The state trooper approached the front desk first, which was located straight ahead from the front door.
“How can I help you officer?” asked the person at the front desk.
“We would like three rooms,” replied the state trooper.
“Officer, what is your name, please?”
“I am Officer Jake Wright. Why do you want to know?”
“Well, you want to check into my hotel. I need to know who you are.”
“Okay, now you know who I am. Can we have our rooms please?”
“Who are you two?” The person pointed to Ryan Ward and Howard Goldstein.
“I am a reporter from the Austin Gazette. My name is Ryan Ward. What is your name?”
“I am Jim Bellows. I own this hotel. What’s your name?” He asked while pointing at Goldstein.
“If you must know, my name is Howard Goldstein.”
“Okay, now that we all know each other, can we have our rooms please,” said Ryan Ward sarcastically.
“We only have one room available, and the state trooper gets it.”
“Yeah right,” said Ryan Ward. “Your hotel doesn’t seem that busy. You have more than one room available.”
“No, I don’t. That’s all I have. The state trooper can stay. The rest of you can’t. Try another hotel.”
“Are you serious?” Ward asked in a threatening tone. “You’re not going to let a reporter from the leading newspaper in Texas and a victim’s attorney stay at your hotel?”
“That’s right, Jew boy.”
“I’m not Jewish, but my friend here is. So you don’t rent to Jews?”
“Look, I don’t have any room here. I told you that already. Also, this Jew boy’s client killed three of our citizens. He’s going to fry.”
Officer Jake Wright spoke up. “Wait a minute.” He faced Ward and Goldstein. “You
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