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He looked down and saw that he was covered in the remains of a burst tomato.
He looked up and saw several of the protestors jeering and pointing at him and DuBose.
One of them was Sally Reeves. And the person who had launched the tomato was her towheaded son, who was cranking up to hurl another one.
A smirking Reeves called out, “Just be glad it’s not a bullet, Jack.”
After dodging a second tomato, they hurried along, turned down another street, and stopped as the man loomed up in front of them.
Raymond LeRoy barked, “What the hell you think you doin’ in that courtroom?”
“My job,” Jack shot back.
“It’s your job to ask stupid questions and make good people upset?”
“It’s my job to see that my clients have a strong defense.”
LeRoy drew closer, his right hand edging close to his holstered weapon.
“Gene’s in jail ’cause ’a you.”
“Gene’s in jail because he tried to kill us. And his asshole buddy did kill my sister.”
“Well, I don’t know nothin’ about that,” LeRoy said dismissively.
“I do. And I hope they both rot in hell.”
LeRoy shot a glance at DuBose. “They say you gettin’ in bed with this colored gal. Have you lost your goddamn mind?”
“Okay, we need to get on,” said Jack.
He and DuBose started to walk away.
LeRoy hooked Jack’s arm. “You ain’t gonna win, you know that?”
Jack removed the man’s hand. “We’ll see. Trial has a long way to go.”
“Not talkin’ ’bout the damn trial. I’m talkin’ ’bout her kind and our kind.”
“I’m not part of your kind.”
“The next generation is gonna do the right thing,” spat LeRoy.
“I dearly hope so,” said DuBose.
“I ain’t talkin’ to you!” snapped LeRoy. His hand now gripped his revolver.
“You pull that gun, I’ll lay you right out on the pavement,” said Jack. “And then I’ll sue your ass off.”
“Daddy!”
They all turned to see a boy around sixteen running up to them. He was taller than his father and leaner, but they shared the same facial features.
“Daddy,” said the boy. “Come on, Momma’s waitin’ in the car.” He gripped his father’s arm, all the while glancing anxiously at Jack and DuBose. “Come on, Daddy, Momma said we got to go.”
“All right, all right, Kenny,” said LeRoy. He pointed a finger at Jack. “This ain’t the end of it. No sir.”
“Daddy, come on. You ain’t doin’ no good here talkin’ to those people.”
