Parsons was granting interviews during his one hour of freedom each day, to anyone, hell everyone bold enough to make a request. His execution was already scheduled to take place in six months with the exact date to be determined later and Madison saw this for what it was, a pathetic attempt to strong arm her into commuting his sentence. Not while she still had breath in her lungs.
“I am not releasing him and I will not under any circumstances commute his sentence! How can I when I’m the one who lifted the moratorium?” She was talking to no one in particular, and no response was required but her Chief aide and Lieutenant Governor were sitting quietly across from her sipping their morning coffee, tea for the Lt. Governor because caffeine made him jittery. “That monster is going to die!” Madison realized she probably sounded like a cop in a bad movie, but she didn’t care.
Her aide Jessop, noticed how the light struck her squinting eyes as she screamed. It took away from her beauty, but he wished he could photograph her just then, because it so accurately displayed her thirst for power. “Let him plead his case all he wants Maddie. It’s your decision at the end of the day.” Jessop was the perfect aide. He was young, loyal, obedient, ruthless, and just handsome enough to be President.
“You don’t have to answer to the voters.” She hated that votes were all she cared about these days, but she was no longer in the position to be naïve about what was important. She may be fairly new to the job, but politics was in her blood.
“You’re right, I don’t.” He also knew when not to argue. “Let’s see if we can get a few reporters to do their jobs and remind the public of the 10 people he murdered.”
She revealed two rows of perfectly straight, but slightly coffee and tobacco stained teeth to show her approval. But she didn’t smile too long since Lt. Governor Bankton Sharken watched a little too closely. She turned her attention to Sharken. “Did you talk to Templeton yet?”
Sharken, frightened by her abrupt change in demeanor and tone, shook his head vigorously.
The Governor shook her head in disgust. The only reason she’d kept the old man on was to play the old boy’s card when she needed it.
“I did.” Jessop usually followed up on Sharken since he’d overheard him calling Madison an incompetent twit. “Said something about Parsons’ lawyer threatening him, apologized profusely and swore to chaperone all future interviews.” He rolled his eyes. Talking to Templeton was always a challenge. To compensate for his lack of education, the Warden often talked down to anyone below him on the totem pole.
This answer, as one might imagine, did not sit well with the Governor. “Templeton’s an idiot. Stay on top of him this week and make sure he fills that position.”
Jessop nodded. When she got this way—angry and paranoid and demanding—there was no reasoning with her. Once he determined that Madison no longer required his presence he returned to his office next door.
She focused a menacing gaze on her Lt. Governor. “What are you still here?”