Illegal Alien

And suddenly the words stopped.

Kelkad’s momentum — all that angry inertia, all that speed, all his mass — carried him through the doorway.

He continued on, mostly as a single unit, for a meter or so past the threshold, and then he began to topple — and pieces of him began to fall this way and that, like a child’s creation made out of blocks — cubic hunks of flesh and bone and muscle, their newly exposed faces slick with pink Tosok blood, tumbling to the floor, some bouncing as they hit—

Hask came out of his room and moved toward the carved up blocks, each about a foot on a side, that had once been his captain. Some parts were twitching, but most lay completely still.

Of course, there wasn’t much blood; the valves in the arteries and veins still worked, even in death.

Hask reached up with his back hand to his own tuft, feeling it as it waved in relief. He looked at the door frame, and at the carving tool stuck to it with Krazy Glue on the left side of the jamb about four feet off the floor.

Also visible were twelve of the blue beads glued to the side of the jamb, and to the lintel, and to the metal piece across the bottom of the doorway.

What he could not see was the monofilament itself, stretched out in a grid of horizontal and vertical lines across the opening.

The words of his dear departed friend Cletus Calhoun came back to Hask.

"It slices!" Clete had said. "It dices!"

Indeed it did.

Hask looked down at his own front hand. One of his fingers had been severed; he’d been in such a hurry setting up his trap that the digit had gotten in the way of the monofilament. But it would grow back in time.

New noises came to Hask’s ears: the sound of approaching sirens. Soon, the police would be here.

For this crime, at least, Hask knew he’d get off.

*38*

There was still the matter of The People of the State of California v. Hask.

After the arrest of the other Tosoks, Hask and Seltar had gone public with their story, and Hask retook the witness stand to tell it all. There was no doubt now that he had indeed killed Cletus Calhoun — Dale had been wrong in assuming Seltar had been directly involved.

Linda Ziegler made her closing argument, Dale followed with a passionate plea for leniency in his summation and argument, then — as California law allowed — Ziegler got the final word, presenting a summation that reminded the jurors that Cletus Calhoun was dead, and regardless of everything else, someone had to answer for that crime.

Finally, Judge Pringle took the jury through CALJIC: the California Jury Instructions — Criminal. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," she began, "you have heard all the arguments of the attorneys, and now it is my duty to instruct you on the law as it applies to this case. You will have these instructions in written form in the jury room to refer to during your deliberations. You must base your decision on the facts and the law.

"You have two duties to perform. First, you must determine the facts from the evidence received in the trial and not from any other sources. A ‘fact’ is something proved directly or circumstantially by the evidence or by stipulation. A stipulation is an agreement between attorneys regarding the facts.

"Second, you must apply the law as I state it to you to the facts, as you determine them, and in this way arrive at your verdict.

"Note this well: you must accept and follow the law as I state it to you, whether or not you agree with the law. If anything concerning the law said by the attorneys in their arguments or at any other time during the trial conflicts with my explanation of the law, you must follow my directions…"

The jury instructions took most of the afternoon, but finally they came to an end.

"You shall now retire," said Drucilla Pringle, her voice noticeably hoarse by this point, "and select one of your number to act as foreperson. He or she will preside over your deliberations. In order to reach verdicts, all twelve jurors must agree to the decision. As soon as all of you have agreed upon the verdicts, so that when polled, each may state truthfully that the verdicts express his or her vote, have the forms dated and signed by your foreperson and then return with them to this courtroom."

"What if the jury brings in a conviction?" asked Dale. He and Frank had returned to Dale’s office; there was no telling how many hours or days the jury would spend deliberating. Hask was off spending what might be his final few hours of freedom with Seltar.

"Then we appeal, no?" said Frank.