Turning into the parking lot in a white Explorer, Bryant could see sound trucks parked up and down Buford Highway. He would call Jewell from his car phone so that the door could be unlatched and Bryant could avoid the questions from the phalanx of reporters on the hill. "They want your hair, they want your palm prints, and they want something called a voice exemplar-the goddamn bastards." The curtains were drawn in the pastel apartment filled with his mother's crafts and samplers A HOME WITHOUT A DOG IS JUST A HOUSE, one read. "I'll be right over," his lawyer Watson Bryant told him. had singled him out as the Olympic Park bombing suspect three days earlier, Jewell had received approximately 1,000 calls a day-someone had posted his mother's home number on the Internet. Very few people had his new number, by necessity unlisted. All morning long, he had been focused on the screen, trying to score off "the little guy who goes back and forth shooting the aliens," but at 12:30 the sound of the telephone disturbed his concentration. He could hear the noise from the throng of reporters massed on the hill outside the small apartment in the suburbs.
Jewell hadn't slept at all the night before, or the night before that.
There were 34 Olympic events scheduled, including women's team handball, but Richard Jewell was in his mother's apartment playing Defender on a computer set up in the spare bedroom. That Saturday, Atlanta was humid the temperature would rise to 85 degrees. special agent Diader Rosario was instructed to produce "hair samples (twenty-five pulled and twenty-five combed hairs from the head)" of Richard Allensworth Jewell. The search warrant was short and succinct, dated August 3, 9:41 A.M.