- •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.
Its leaders who allowed such a thing to happen. She blamed Congress, especially the
Republicans, and she blamed the city for its lack of leadership, and the courts, and the
bureaucracy. But she saved her harshest diatribe for the upper classes, those with money
and power who didn't care for the poor and the sick. She was articulate and angry, very
effective, I thought, but not exactly at home at a funeral.
They clapped for her when she finished. The Reverend then spent a very long time
blasting everyone who wasn't of color and had money.
A solo, some more Scripture, then the choir launched into a soulful hymn that made me
want to cry. A procession formed to lay hands upon the dead, but it quickly broke down
as the mourners began wailing and rubbing the caskets. "Open them up," someone
screamed, but the Reverend shook his head no. They bunched toward the pulpit,
crowding around the caskets, yelling and sobbing as the choir cranked it up several
notches. The grandmother was the loudest, and she was stroked and soothed by the others.
I couldn't believe it. Where were these people during the last months of Lontae's life?
Those little bodies lying up there in boxes had never known so much love.
The cameras inched closer as more and more mourners broke down. It was more of a
show than anything else.
The Reverend finally stepped in and restored order. He prayed again with organ music in
the background. When he finished, a long dismissal began as the people paraded by the
caskets one last time.
The service lasted an hour and a half. For two thousand bucks, it wasn't a bad production.
I was proud of it.
They rallied again outside, and began a march in the general direction of Capitol Hill.
Mordecai was in the middle of it, and as they disappeared around a corner, I wondered
how many marches and demonstrations he had been in. Not enough, he would probably
answer.
* * *
Rudolph Mayes had become a partner at Drake & Sweeney at the age of thirty, still a
record. And if life continued as he planned, he would one day be the oldest working
partner. The law was his life, as his three former wives could attest. Everything else he
touched was disastrous, but Rudolph was the consummate bigfirm team player.
He was waiting for me at 6 P.M. in his office behind a pile of work. Polly and the
secretaries were gone, as were most of the paralegals and clerks. The hall traffic slowed
considerably after five-thirty.
I closed the door, sat down. "Thought you were sick," he said.
"I'm leaving, Rudolph," I said as boldly as I could, but my stomach was in knots.
He shoved books out of the way, and put the cap on his expensive pen. "I'm listening."
"I'm leaving the firm. I have an offer to work for a public interest firm."
"Don't be stupid, Michael."
"I'm not being stupid. I've made up my mind. And I want out of here with as little trouble
as possible."
"You'll be a partner in three years."
"I've found a better deal than that."
He couldn't think of a response, so he rolled his eyes in frustration. "Come on, Mike. You
can't crack up over one incident."
"I'm not cracking up, Rudolph. I'm simply moving into another field."
"None of the other eight hostages are doing this."
"Good for them. If they're happy, then I'm happy for them. Besides, they're in litigation, a
strange breed."
"Where are you going?"
"A legal clinic near Logan Circle. It specializes in homeless law."
"Homeless law?"
"Yep."
"How much are they paying you?"
"A bloody fortune. Wanna make a donation to the clinic?"
"You're losing your mind."
"Just a little crisis, Rudolph. I'm only thirty-two, too young for the midlife crazies. I
figure I'll get mine over with early."
"Take a month off. Go work with the homeless, get it out of your system, then come back.
This is a terrible time to leave, Mike. You know how far behind we are."
"Won't work, Rudolph. It's no fun if there's a safety net."
"Fun? You're doing this for fun?"
"Absolutely. Think how much fun it would be to work without looking at a time clock."
"What about Claire?" he asked, revealing the depths of his desperation. He hardly knew
her, and he was the least qualified person in the firm to dispense marital advice.
"She's okay," I said. "I'd like to leave Friday."
He grunted in defeat. He closed his eyes, slowly shook his head. "I don't believe this."
"I'm sorry, Rudolph."
We shook hands and promised to meet for an early breakfast to discuss my unfinished
work.
I didn't want Polly to hear it secondhand, so I went to my office and called her. She was
at home in Arlington, cooking dinner. It ruined her week.
I picked up Thai food and took it home. I chilled some wine, fixed the table, and began
rehearsing my lines.
* * *
If Claire suspected an ambush, it wasn't evident. Over the years we had developed the
habit of simply ignoring each other, as opposed to fighting. Therefore, our tactics were
unrefined.
But I liked the idea of a blindside, of being thoroughly prepared with the shock, then
ready with the quips. I thought it would be nice and unfair, completely acceptable within
the confines of a crumbling marriage.
It was almost ten; she had eaten on the run hours earlier, so we went straight to the den
with glasses of wine. I stoked the fire and we settled into our favorite chairs. After a few
minutes I said, "We need to talk."
"What is it?" she asked, completely unworried.
"I'm thinking of leaving Drake & Sweeney."
"Oh really." She took a drink. I admired her coolness. She either expected this or wanted
to seem unconcerned.
"Yes. I can't go back there."
"Why not?"
"I'm ready for a change. The corporate work is suddenly boring and unimportant, and I
want to do something to help people."
"That's nice." She was already thinking about the money, and I was anxious to see how
long it would take to get around to it. "In fact, that's very admirable, Michael."
"I told you about Mordecai Green. His clinic has offered me a job. I'm starting Monday."
"Monday?"
"Yes."
"So you've made your decision already."
"Yes."
"Without any discussion with me. I have no say in the matter, is that right?"
"I can't go back to the firm, Claire. I told Rudolph today."
Another sip, a slight grinding of file teeth, a flash of anger but she let it pass. Her self-
control was amazing.
We watched the fire, hypnotized by the orange flames. She spoke next. "Can I ask what
this does for us financially?"
"It changes things."
"How much is the new salary?"
"Thirty thousand a year."
"Thirty thousand a year," she repeated. Then she said it again, somehow making it sound
even lower. "That's less than what I make."
Her salary was thirty-one thousand, a figure that would increase dramatically in the years
to come--serious money was not far away. For purposes of the discussion, I planned to
have no sympathy for any whining about money.
"You don't do public interest law for the money," I said, trying not to sound pious. "As I
recall, you didn't go to med school for the money."
Like every med student in the country, she had begun her studies vowing that money was
not the attraction. She wanted to help humanity. Same for law students. We all lied.
She watched the fire and did the math. I guessed she was probably thinking about the rent.