but nothing like this

He eventually moved away from the more tawdry aspects of the judge-prosecutor relationship and found his rhythm railing against the lack of evidence. Grale's face disappeared from the screen, and Koffee's was enlarged. No physical evidence, no dead body, only a trumped-up confession, a jailhouse snitch, a bloodhound, and a lying witness named Joey Gamble. Meanwhile, Travis Boyette was free, certainly not worried about getting caught, not by these clowns. Koffee had tried all night to conjure up a revised theory that would somehow link Donte Drumm and Travis Boyette, but fiction failed him. He felt lousy. His head ached from too much vodka, and his heart pounded as he tried to breathe under the crushing weight of a ruined career. He was finished, and that troubled him much more than the notion that he had helped kill an innocent young man. When he finished with the jailhouse snitch and the bloodhound, Robbie attacked Joey Gamble and his fraudulent testimony. With perfect timing, Carlos flashed up Gamble's affidavit, the one signed in Houston on Thursday, an hour before the execution. Highlighted were Joey's statements admitting he lied at trial and admitting he was the first to suggest that Donte Drumm was the killer. Joey Gamble was watching. He was at his mother's house in Slone. His father was away; his mother needed him. He had told her the truth, and the truth had not been well received. Now he was shocked to see and hear his transgressions broadcast in such a startling way. He had assumed that when he came clean, he would be subjected to some level of embarrassment, but nothing like this. "Joey Gamble lied repeatedly," Flak announced at full throttle, and Joey almost reached for the remote. "And now he admits it!" Joey's mother was upstairs in her bedroom, too upset to be around him. "You helped kill that boy," she had said more than once, not that Joey needed reminding. Robbie continued, "Moving on from the incompetent investigation, the travesty of a trial, and the wrongful conviction, I would like to now discuss the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals. This court heard Donte's first appeal in February 2001. The body of Nicole Yarber was still missing.