“Tell me what you want,” Feldis said. “I don’t know what you want.” “I want an execution date.” The room went silent. This was the exact opposite of Keyes’s initial demand—no death penalty. After a few beats, Feldis sought to clarify. “For you?” “Yes. I want this whole thing wrapped up and over with as soon as possible. I mean I could end up in federal Supermax prison somewhere for the rest of my life, which is what—if my attorney had his way, that’s where he wants me to go, and that’s not what I want.”
