“I hate everybody’s guts,” he said as the Priest watched him being strapped in, “and everybody hates mine.”
“May God have mercy on your soul, Billy.”
“Even God hates me Father, so you can go screw yourself.”
Father James Buchanan looked over at the Warden who shook his head. Then he turned to the executioner whose name the Priest preferred not to know. They and the two prison guards filed out leaving William Edward “Billy” Cook Jr. alone to his fate.
Rafael Moody, the executioner, closed the hatch to San Quentin State Prison’s gas chamber. Then he tightened the door handle making sure the seal was airtight. Father Buchanan took his place back in the gallery with the others. God had given him a mission inside these prison walls but certainly this was the most heart wrenching part of it.
Buchanan looked over at Warden Anthony Barnett who was staring impassively through the gas chamber’s windows at a still defiant Cook.