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He had tiny features - pinprick eyes and a splinter of a nose, so small that his head appeared to have swollen around his face. Pete Coates had once said that if a computer could eliminate the profanity from the tapes, there'd only be six hours left.ĭetective Coates was the NYPD case officer, allowed to sit at the prosecutors' table. They were referred to as "our friends" and "nice guys" on the three hundred hours of tapes Owen Gray had listened to preparing for the trial. Federal agents and New York City police sat on the other side, behind the prosecutors' table.ĭe Sallo had packed the courtroom day after day with his soldiers. Wiseguys were shoulder to shoulder in the gallery on the defendant's side of the courtroom. The spectators were arranged as if at a wedding. "He deserves life in the electric chair," Anna Renthal had said. De Sallo faced eighty-eight years in prison. Even the pencil hands of the media sketch artists were motionless.Ĭarmine "Chinaman" De Sallo had been charged with thirty-eight counts, everything from money laundering to hijacking to racketeering to conspiracy. All the throat clearing, fingernail clipping, tooth sucking, knuckle cracking, and butt scratching were at last quelled. There was not a seat to be had, not a square foot of the back aisle unoccupied, and there was not one sound or movement from the spectators. Gray glanced over his shoulder at the courtroom's gallery. The jurors moved more slowly than in days and months past, taking their time, enjoying their portentous arrival. A grin would have softened the sharp angles of his face, but in front of a jury his expression was always carefully deadpan.

Gray had a thin dagger of a nose and slate-gray eyes.

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He had seen so little sun during the trial that his skin had faded to a prison pallor. His black hair still had the tight waves, only there was less above his temples. The new lines around his eyes looked permanent. He seemed to have aged five years during the trial. He had caught himself in a mirror that morning. Even this small motion required an effort. "Three years' work on the Chinaman all boils down to whether a juror smiles at me."

The star often appeared at times of stress, emerging from whatever piece of paper was in front of him. "Number eight just smiled at Owen," Anna Renthal insisted.Ĭoates said out of the side of his mouth, "Number eight sat there for sixteen weeks and wet her pants every time Owen took the stand. "Goddamnit." Pete Coates was also whispering. "It's a pissant hobby for a grown man, if you ask me." She spoke almost without moving her lips, her eyes following the jurors as they took their seats. She leaned slightly along the prosecutors' table toward him, looking at the jury as it filed into the courtroom. Startled, he flicked his fingers and it fell to the table where it lay lifeless and tiny. "Are you kidding me?" Anna Renthal whispered.

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Then the star burst to full radiance, filling the vault of heaven with opalescent rays. The star appeared in the void where none had been before, flickering as it struggled to life, sending forth delicate tendrils of light that lanced the eternal darkness. If you fear the wolves, don't go near the forest.

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and like it never care for anything else thereafter. Wells, Jr., and my wonderful and remarkable wife, Patricia Wallace Thayer. Thayer, M.D., Laurie Dinnison Thayer, Dexter A.