- •If the nine of us had a vote, Rafter would be the first sacrificial lamb. Eight to one.
- •I doubted if the Yale money went to feed needy students. "Well, the United Way spreads the money around the city, and I'm sure some of it went to help the poor."
- •Invention failed me. "None," I said softly.
- •I flipped through the papers as Mister walked to the windows and peeked around the
- •Instead of shooting Colburn, he aimed at Nuzzo and repeated the three questions. Nnzzo
- •I could see our friends and a squadron of cops flying across the city, through rash-hour
- •I didn't know. There was blood on my face and shirt, and a sticky liquid that a doctor
- •I met Claire the week after I moved to d.C. I was just out of Yale with a great job in a
- •It's standard procedure in that situation--they notify the hospitals, and everyone is placed
- •It was busy and dusty and I was fascinated with the place.
- •It was a soft jab, and I was not in the mood to spar. "Do you know if he had aids?"
- •I saw a paralegal scanning blueprints at a desk next to a secretarial pool, and I asked him
- •I smiled again and nodded my agreement. An ass and a fool. If Chance had been pleasant
- •I was tiring of the games. I could tell she was pleased that my brush with death had
- •It was over. And I hated to tell my mother.
- •I don't know which of my parents got the worst end of my visit. My mother wanted
- •It was my life, not his.
- •I drove alone on the narrow paved trail while he stalked down the fairway chasing his
- •Vengeance. Two more volunteers manned the stove. Several hauled the food to the
- •I tried to understand this. "Then where do these people live?"
- •Volunteers stepped forward to help. One parked them in a corner near the kitchen and
- •I hadn't planned on sleeping with these people. Nor had I planned on leaving the building
- •I thought about Claire for the first time in several hours. How would she react if she knew
- •I squatted close to him, and held out a cookie. His eyes glowed and he grabbed it. I
- •I didn't smell anything foul, though I was certain I could feel lice jumping from its head
- •I hadn't dreamed of parting with my fabulous car. I was almost offended.
- •It was dim, cold, and empty. He flipped on light switches and began talking. "There are
- •In eighty-six; must've been a hundred years old. He made a ton of money, and late in life
- •In the summer, cuts down on the street traffic. You want coffee?"
- •I listened intently, and he could read my mind. Mordecai began to reel me in.
- •I raced to the sidewalk, sliding in the snow but staying on my feet, then down p Street to
- •I must have made a strange sound, because a jogger gave me an odd look, as if I might be
- •I didn't want to sit in the car by myself, but by then I trusted him with my life anyway.
- •I cursed Mister for derailing my life. I cursed Mordecai for making me feel guilty. And
- •Vintage Warner. I had a problem, he already had the solution. Nice and neat. Twelve
- •It was almost five before I found a few minutes alone. I said good-bye to Polly, and
- •In a tight booth.
- •Invitation. Mordecai had something on his mind. I could tell by the way his eyes followed
- •I called in sick tuesday. "Probably the flu," I told polly, who, as she was trained to do,
- •I was alone, with my choice of seating. I walked quietly to a spot above the rear door,
- •Its leaders who allowed such a thing to happen. She blamed Congress, especially the
- •I closed the door, sat down. "Thought you were sick," he said.
- •It was a very nice apartment; at twenty-four hundred a month it should've been even nicer.
- •I put a log on the fire, fixed another drink, and slept on the sofa.
- •I was impressed and touched by the idea, and I could not simply dismiss it. I promised
- •I cut the editorial from the paper, folded it, and placed it in my wallet.
- •Immediately known that we were up to something.
- •Very somber Rudolph that a bad precedent could be set. With a firm so large, granting a
- •It was getting dark, and Sofia seemed anxious to leave. Abraham retreated to his office.
- •I stuffed the pills in my pockets. Leon was napping in the car. As we sped away, I called
- •I explained why I was there. He found a clipboard and studied papers stuck to it. In the
- •It would be our last meal together as husband and wife, ending the same way we'd begun,
- •I walked to m Street, in a light rain that was turning to sleet, and in significant pain.
- •It was an assault, a burst of personality that put me on my heels. I shook hands, reeling,
- •I caught a very faint smile, a relaxing around the eyes, nothing a surveillance camera
- •Impression he would have rather stayed in bed.
- •Into a pile on the bed--socks, underwear, tee shirts, miletries, shoes, but only the ones I
- •I believed him. He'd been a friend for seven years, close at times. More often than not,
- •If Braden Chance had made the connection between the eviction and Lontae Burton, he
- •I go play tennis for two weeks on Maui, then when we return you go back to your plush
- •In the past fifteen years, two and a half million low-cost housing units have been
- •Violate their leases, which can lead to eviction. They move around, sometimes they leave
- •I wrote down these instructions as if they were complicated. Waylene was owed two
- •Verified it. Mordecai said, "va is a good agency. We'll get the checks sent here."
- •Vision of Claire sitting in her lawyer's fine office, at that very moment, finalizing plans to
- •I was in no hurry to leave the clinic at the end of my first day. Home was an empty attic,
- •Very thin. I ignored him. "Your names please," I said to the two uniformed cops. They
- •Indicating how much he paid for it."
- •I almost asked why the city didn't intervene and enforce its laws, but fortunately I caught
- •Intake room, and disappeared. We set up our clinic, and were ready to dispense advice.
- •I was spellbound by his story. With every client I had met so far during my brief career as
- •I walked several blocks and stopped at a busy corner. Leaning on a building, I dialed
- •I grunted and gave him my best smart-ass laugh. "The arrest warrant usually follows the
- •Into the parking lots were of the midsized commuter variety, mostly clean and with all
- •In cars, begging for coins, counting the hours until she could see him, then being ignored
- •I removed each file from my cabinets, waved them under Gasko's nose, and returned
- •I noticed something I should have seen before. There were different levels of
- •Interest in leaving me alone; the two searches were clear proof that Arthur on the top
- •Initially. In the event we recovered damages, the family would be a nightmare. It was safe
- •It was already a habit.
- •I wasn't about to scold her. I had done nothing since the day before to help her find
- •It was a small step, but not an insignificant one.
- •It was Friday afternoon. I might not survive a weekend in the city jail.
- •I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable, which I found impossible to do while
- •If searching for a dime. Finding none, he pointed and grunted at a metal detector, which I
- •Voice was calling for a guard. The punk with my jacket did not put it on. The cell
- •I wasn't hungry, but I thought about food. I had no toothbrush. I didn't need the toilet, but
- •Incarceration was over. Sofia waited outside with her car, and they whisked me away.
- •I left my apartment just before sunrise, Saturday, in a rush to find the nearest newspaper.
- •It sounded like a silly little spat--a bunch of lawyers quibbling over nothing but
- •I was not going to be sucked into an argument I couldn't win. "Are you going to Naomi's
- •I almost ran a red light. She was sleeping on the office doorstep at sunrise; she was barely
- •I drank tea with a Catholic priest at the Redeemer Mission off Rhode Island. He studied
- •I thanked her for calling, and we promised to keep in touch. When I laid the cell phone
- •I left as soon as I could. She invited me to return for lunch. We could eat in her office,
- •I once rode.
- •I arrived at the Associated Life Building shortly after seven Monday morning. The day
- •It was so familiar!
- •Important people, Hector had been found by the only person he was running from.
- •Indexed into the file. You did this because you knew Braden Chance would remove it at
- •In d.C. And we've talked to the guard who was with you on January twenty-seventh."
- •Interest in talking. Hector asked how much rent was being charged for the apartments,
- •I watched ten minutes of the second half, then left with spasms in my back, aftereffects of
- •I thanked them and left. The motel was at least ten miles from our office. I called Megan
- •If I couldn't keep her locked away in suburban motels for three nights, then how was I
- •I stared at the phone long after our conversation was over. I did not want to see Warner,
- •Ignored.
- •I told him the story, stretching it out with every detail because I was in control of the
- •I took a deep breath and enjoyed the humor of his question. He relaxed too. We were too
- •I waved him off and walked away.
- •Vehicles behind it. A large, toothy dog with a chain around its neck guarded the front. I
- •I left Megan at Naomi's, and promised to call later in the afternoon. Ruby had become a
- •Valuable. There appeared to be no motive. He encountered a street person in some
- •It had been many years since a member of Congress had been shot in Washington.
- •I vowed to get a bed. I was losing too much sleep floundering on the floor, trying to
- •In a lengthy article, he examined each of the three defendants, beginning with RiverOaks.
- •It was twenty minutes past nine when I arrived with my lawyer at the Carl Moultrie
- •It was only a first appearance! I would stand before the Judge while he read the charges. I
- •I nodded in agreement. It certainly felt unusual to me.
- •In the midst of this sad obituary, a glimmer of hope sprang forth. After Temeko arrived,
- •In his finest moment, he dwelt on street crime, and the deterioration of our cities. (His
- •Implied that he thought so, but bring in Justice!
- •I followed her into the front room, where in the center Mr. Deese sat next to her desk. He
- •I almost hoped the police would sweep the streets again.
- •In a hallowed corner of the building I'd never been near. Mordecai was treated like a visiting dignitary by the receptionist and staff--his coat was quickly taken, his coffee
- •Interest in judicial proceedings in Omaha. He knew what he could do with a jury in the
- •Individual wrongs; they are sometimes used as pulpits.
- •I drove to the Georgetown Law School near Capitol Hill. The library was open until
- •I wanted to take my seat in the jury box, listen to it all, and not be bothered by anyone.
- •If at trial we proved the defendants liable, the jury would then consider the issue of
- •It was a spellbinding performance, given off the cuff with the skill of a gifted storyteller.
- •It was the perfect case for the levying of punitive damages, and there was little doubt in
- •I caught a few stares from Rafter, but who cared. He and the rest were anxious to get their
- •I was unlocking the car when the cell phone rattled in my pocket. It was Judge DeOrio.
- •I avoided the jury box and sat next to Mordecai. Wilma Phelan had left.
- •Involved in this mess, and we'll have us an old-fashioned spitting contest." He pointed at
- •Voices would be heard through ours.
- •I was too surprised to say much, so I just listened. I wished Mordecai could hear him.
- •I didn't dare think of the future; the past was still happening.
It was Friday afternoon. I might not survive a weekend in the city jail.
They left to make their calls, and I sat at my desk, petrified, unable to move or think or do
anything but listen for the squeaking of the front door. I didn't have to wait long. At
precisely 4 P.M., Lieutenant Gasko entered with a couple of his men behind him.
During my first encounter with Gasko, when he was searching Claire's apartment, when I
was ranting and taking names and threatening all sorts of vile litigation against him and
his buddies, when every word uttered by him was met with a caustic retort from me, when I was a hard-charging lawyer and he was a lowly cop, it never occurred to me that
he one day might have the pleasure of arresting me. But there he was, swaggering like an
aging jock, somehow sneering and smiling at the same time, holding yet more papers,
folded and just waiting to be slapped against my chest.
"I need to see Mr. Brock," he said to Sofia, and about that time I walked into the front
room, smiling.
"Hello, Gasko," I said. "Still looking for that file?"
"Nope. Not today."
Mordecai appeared from his office. Sofia was standing at her desk. Everybody looked at
everybody. "You got a warrant?" Mordecai asked.
"Yep. For Mr. Brock here," Gasko said.
I shrugged and said, "Let's go." I moved toward Gasko. One of the goons unsnapped a
pair of handcuffs from his waist. I was determined to at least look cool.
"I'm his lawyer," Mordecai said. "Let me see that." He took the arrest warrant from
Gasko and examined it as I was getting cuffed, hands behind my back, wrists pinched by
cold steel. The cuffs were too tight, or at least tighter than they had to be, but I could bear
it and I was determined to be nonchalant.
"I'll be happy to take my client to the police station," Mordecai said.
"Gee thanks," Gasko said. "But I'll save you the trouble."
"Where will he go?"
"Central."
"I'll follow you there," Mordecai said to me. Sofia was on the phone, and that was even
more comforting than knowing that Mordecai would be somewhere behind me.
Three of our clients saw it all; three harmless street gentlemen in for a quick word with
Sofia. They were sitting where the clients always waited, and when I walked by them
they watched in disbelief.
One of the goons squeezed my elbow and yanked me through the front door, and I
stepped onto the sidewalk anxious to duck into their car: a dirty unmarked white one
parked at the corner. The homeless saw it all--the car moving into position, the cops
rushing in, the cops coming out with me handcuffed.
"A lawyer got arrested," they would soon whisper to each other, and the news would race
along the streets.
Gasko sat in the rear with me. I stayed low in the seat, eyes watching nothing, the shock
settling in.
"What a waste of time," Gasko said as he relaxed by placing a cowboy boot on a knee.
"We got a hundred and forty unsolved murders in this city, dope on every corner, drug
dealers selling in middle schools, and we gotta waste time on you."
"Are you trying to interrogate me, Gasko?" I asked.
"No."
"Good." He hadn't bothered with the Miranda warning, and he didn't have to until he
started asking questions.
Goon One was flying south on Fourteenth, no lights or sirens, and certainly no respect for
traffic signals and pedestrians.
"Then let me go," I said.
"If it's up to me, I would. But you really pissed some folks off. The prosecutor tells me
he's under pressure to get you."
"Pressure from who?" I asked. But I knew the answer. Drake & Sweeney wouldn't waste
time with the cops; they would rather talk legalspeak with the chief prosecutor.
"The victims," Gasko said with heavy sarcasm. I agreed with his assessment; it was
difficult to picture a bunch of wealthy lawyers as victims of a crime.
Lots of famous people had been arrested. I tried to recall them. Martin Luther King went
to jail several times. There were Boesky and Milken and other noted thieves whose
names escaped me. And what about all those famous actors and athletes caught driving
drunk and picking up prostitutes and possessing coke? They had been thrown into the
backseats of police cars and led away like common criminals. There was a judge from
Memphis serving life; an acquaintance from college in a halfway house; a former client
in the federal pen for tax evasion. All had been arrested, led downtown, booked,
fingerprinted, and had their pictures taken with the little number under their chins. And
all had survived.
I suspected that even Mordecai Green had felt the cold clasp of handcuffs.
There was an element of relief because it was finally happening. I could stop running,
and hiding, and looking to see if anyone was behind me. The waiting was over. And it
was not a midnight raid, one that would certainly keep me in jail until morning. Instead, the hour was manageable. With luck, I could get processed and bailed out before the
weekend rush hit.
But there was also an element of horror, a fear I had never felt in my life. Many things
could go wrong at the city jail. Paperwork might get lost. Delays of a dozen varieties
could be created. Bail could be postponed until Saturday, or Sunday, or even Monday. I
could be placed in a crowded cell with unfriendly to nasty people.
Word would leak that I had been arrested. My friends would shake their heads and
wonder what else I could do to screw up my life. My parents would be devastated. I
wasn't sure about Claire, especially now that the gigolo was keeping her company.