Mr. Beers. They were probably a little more concentrated right across the ramp.
Mr. Griffin. Main Street ramp?
Mr. Beers. Not here. They were fairly well strung out this way [pointing]. I couldn’t see too far up this ramp here without leaning out and around and looking up this post, but from my observation, they were fairly well strung out up toward the Commerce Street exit there for a number of feet or yards.
Mr. Griffin. Do you recall how many persons deep the people were that were strung across the Main Street ramp?
Mr. Beers. I am sure that would vary from two to maybe five.
Mr. Griffin. Well, could there have been as few as 15 people strung across the Main Street ramp?
Mr. Beers. There was probably more—actually, they came around this corner just a little bit and almost up to this door.
Mr. Griffin. You are pointing towards the entrance of the jail office?
Mr. Beers. The entrance to the jail office; yes. There were actually a few at the corner there, and strung out across there, and I didn’t particularly look over in that area because I was concentrating most of my attention towards the jail office door, because we didn’t know exactly what time they would be coming out, and we didn’t know what, if any, advance warning we would have, so I didn’t dare look around too much. I had already seen everybody I wanted to see, I think.
Mr. Griffin. Did you ever have occasion to look up the Main Street ramp?