Dewey put down his pen now and listened. Forget the notes. He described to me a dozen times how he was gonna do it, how him and Perry was gonna tie them people up and gun them down. I never believed for a minute he meant to carry it out. I thought it was just talk, like you hear plenty of here in Lansing.
Nobody takes it serious.
Still and all, it happened. Just like Dick said it would. Just like Dick said it would. The warden's chamber hushed. Wells' last syllable hung in the air, haunting, until it dissolved under the whir of the ceiling fan.