Suddenly, the heavy door to the jail right behind the scaffold swung open, creaking in the silence, and a small group of grim men filed out. The boy's eyes were first drawn to a man reading from a book, slow and sorrowful, but they quickly shifted to a dapper man in his mid-40s whose hands were cuffed in front of him. Charlie Birger was handsome in a youngish, open-faced way. Although of medium height, he loomed large here, as he would have in any crowd. He was dressed in a new gray suit, and he nodded and smiled to acquaintances as he started to walk. "Hey, Bill, how you doin'?" It was obvious that he liked people, and many liked him.