It was a Sunday afternoon in Alabama. Robert received what would be his last meal of his life. He got to choose his meal for the first time in 3 years. It was chips and stake and a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream, but the food stayed untouched. He was writing of a piece of paper what seemed to be a letter when his jail cell opened and in came FBI agent Kepner, the only person Rob seemed to open up to.
"Enjoying the meal?" the FBI agent asked. Robert looked up at Kepner and then went back to writing.
"What are you writing? Are those your confessions, maybe?" Kepner said. He had worked in this case for so long and never got a clear confession, just hints from Robert, he wanted the case to be over.
"I'm not sitting on the chair tomorrow, Kepner" Robert said without looking up from the paper.
Kepner sat in front of him and said. "How are you planning to avoid it?"
"If I do confess now, do I get more days to live?" Robert said while still writing.
Kepner scoffed and said, "You were given the chance to do so a long time ago, pal. You didn't take it, so no, it won't change anything."
Robert stopped writing, looked up at the agent, hold up the pen and said, "You know, I can stick this so far into my artery and I'll probably be drained before paramedics get here."
"Why haven't you done it, then? You'd be saving us from having to doing it ourselves tomorrow." Kepner said while taking a chip and eating it from the untouched food.
"I like your sincerity, Kep. It is the reason I only talk to you after all." Rob said. There was a long silence after that. Robert kept writing while Kepner looked for any sign of fear in the man.
Robert stopped writing and said, "I won't do it, though. You know, kill myself. Because if I do then the they win and I ain't going to let that happen." Robert said.
Kepner chuckled and said "Either way Rob, we win. You caused so much pain to the families of the ones you took. There would will be a party tomorrow to celebrate your death."
Robert stared at the agent for a second and then said, "Nice to hear you'll be having a good time because of me, Kep." Robert put down the pen, grab the paper, folded it, put it in an envelope and placed it under his pillow. "I'm sure you can show your way out, agent. Tomorrow's the big day!" Robert said in a sarcastic tone.
The next day, at 10:08 in the morning, the punishment had been done. When Robert's cell was being cleaned, Agent Kepner took the envelope from under the pillow, opened it and on it was a list of 26 different names with a different location written next to each. In the bottom of the letter it said: "These were the ones I could remember, sorry I caused so much trouble, pal."
