They moved to the rear of the home

Coincidentally, Brother Ronnie dropped by just as the meal was wrapping up. He'd been up all night watching his church burn, and he needed sleep. But Reeva and her family also needed him. They quizzed him about the fire. He appeared sufficiently burdened. They moved to the rear of the home, to Reeva's room, where they sat and huddled around a coffee table. They held hands, and Brother Ronnie led them in prayer. With an effort at drama, and with the camera two feet from his head, he pleaded for strength and courage for the family to endure what was ahead on this difficult day. He thanked the Lord for justice. He prayed for their church and its members. He did not mention Donte Drumm or his family. After a dozen trips to voice mail, a real person finally answered. "Flak Law Firm," she said quickly. "Robbie Flak, please," Keith said as he perked up. Boyette turned and looked at him. "Mr. Flak is in a meeting." "I'm sure he is. Listen, this is very important. My name is Keith Schroeder. I'm a Lutheran minister from Topeka, Kansas. I spoke with Mr. Flak yesterday. I'm driving to Slone as we speak, and I have with me, here in my car, a man by the name of Travis Boyette. Mr. Boyette raped and killed Nicole Yarber, and he knows where her body is buried. I'm driving him to Slone so he can tell his story. It is imperative that I speak with Robbie Flak. Now." "Uh, sure. Can I put you on hold?" "I can't stop you from putting me on hold." "Just a moment." "Please hurry." She put him on hold. She left her desk near the front door and hurried through the train station, rounding up the team. Robbie was in his office with Fred Pryor. "Robbie, you need to hear this," she said, and her face and voice left no room for discussion. They met in the conference room, where they gathered around a speakerphone. Robbie pushed a button and said, "This is Robbie Flak." "Mr. Flak, this is Keith Schroeder. We spoke yesterday afternoon." "Yes, it's Reverend Schroeder, right?" "Yes, but now it's just Keith." "You're on our speakerphone. Is that okay? My whole firm is here, plus some others. I'm counting ten people. Is that okay?" "Sure, whatever." "And the recorder is on, is that okay?" "Yes, fine, anything else? Look, we've been driving all night, and we should be in Slone around noon.