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"A chance. Joey Gamble has admitted he lied at trial. He got drunk last night in a strip club and admitted everything. We secretly recorded it, and filed a petition this morning. The court turned us down. Then around 3:30 this afternoon, Joey contacted us and said he wants to admit everything."
Donte's only reaction was to slowly shake his head in disbelief.
"We're trying to file another petition, one that includes his sworn affidavit, and it gives us a chance."
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For Donte, the brief stay in the holding cell was confusing. Ahead, not thirty feet away, was a door that led to death, a door he preferred not to open. Behind him was death row and the maddening existence of isolation in a cell he preferred to never see again. He thought he was ready for the door, but he was not. Nor did he wish to ever see Polunsky again.
"Don't beat yourself up, Robbie. I'll be all right."
Keith, with permission, stepped outside and tried to breathe. It had snowed Monday morning in Topeka; now it felt like eighty degrees in Texas. He leaned against a fence and stared at the razor wire above him.
He called Dana and told her where he was, what he was doing, what he was thinking. She seemed as astonished as he was.
With the Drumm matter out of the way, Chief Justice Milton Prudlowe left his office and hurried to the Rolling Creek Country Club in west-central Austin. He had a 5:00 p.m. tennis match with a major contributor to his last, and next, campaigns. In traffic, his cell phone rang. The clerk of the court informed him that they had received a call from the Defender Group, and that another petition was in the works.
"What time do you have?" Prudlowe demanded.
"Four forty-nine."
"I get so tired of this crap," Prudlowe said. "We close at five, and everybody knows it."
"Yes, sir," the clerk said. The clerk knew quite well that Justice Prudlowe despised the last-minute Hail Marys thrown by desperate defense lawyers. The cases drag on for years with little activity, then with hours to go, the lawyers suddenly shift into high gear.
"Any idea what they're filing?" Prudlowe asked.
"I think it's the same thing they filed this morning--an eyewitness is recanting. They're having trouble with their computers."
"Gee, that's original. We close at five, and at five I want the door locked, and not a minute after. Understand?"
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At 4:45, Cicely Avis and two paralegals left the Defender Group offices with the petition and Gamble's affidavit. All twelve copies. As they sped through traffic, Cicely called the clerk's office with the heads-up that they were on the way. The clerk informed her that the office would close at five, the usual time, five days a week.
"But we have a petition that includes a sworn affidavit from the only eyewitness at trial," she insisted.