but there was no response

"I have needs," Boyette said. "I don't have a dime and no prospects of finding one. Just curious, that's all." "That's all?" Robbie repeated. "The execution is less than six hours away, and our chances of stopping it are very slim. Texas is about to execute an innocent man, and I'm sitting here with the real killer, who suddenly wants to get paid for what he's done." "Who says I'm the real killer?" "You," Keith blurted. "You told me you killed her and you know where the body is buried because you buried it. Stop playing games, Travis." "If I recall correctly, her father put up a bunch of dough when they were trying to find her. Something like $200,000. That right, Mr. Flak?" "That was nine years ago. If you think you're in line for the reward money, you're badly mistaken." Robbie's words were measured, but an explosion was imminent. "Why do you want money?" Keith asked. "According to your own words, you'll be dead in a few months. The tumor, remember?" "Thanks for reminding me, Pastor." Robbie glared at Boyette with unrestrained hatred. The truth was that Robbie, at that moment, would sign over every asset he could find in exchange for a nice thick affidavit that told the truth and might save his client. There was a long stretch of silence as the three contemplated what to do next. Boyette grimaced and then began rubbing his slick head. He placed both palms on both temples and pressed as hard as possible, as if pressure from the outside world would relieve the pressure from within. "Are you having a seizure?" Keith asked, but there was no response. "He has these seizures," Keith said to Robbie, as if an explanation would help matters. "Caffeine helps." Robbie jumped to his feet and left the room. Outside his office, he told Aaron and Pryor, "The son of a bitch wants money." He walked to the kitchen, grabbed a pot of stale coffee, found two paper cups, and returned to his office. He poured a cup for Boyette, who was bent double at the waist, elbows on knees, cradling his head, and moaning. "Here's some coffee." Silence. Finally, Boyette said, "I'm going to be sick. I need to lie down."