- •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.
I walked to m Street, in a light rain that was turning to sleet, and in significant pain.
Parking would've been impossible on Friday night. And I hoped to stretch my muscles
some, and clear my head.
The meeting could be nothing but trouble, and I prepped for it as I walked. I thought of
lies to cover my trail, and more lies to cover the first set. Now that I had stolen, the lying
didn't seem like such a big deal. Hector might be working for the firm; there was a
chance he could be wired. I would listen carefully, and say little.
Nathan's was only half-full. I was ten minutes early, but he was there, waiting for me in a
small booth. As I approached he suddenly jumped from his seat and thrust a hand at me.
"You must be Michael. I'm Hector Palma, from real estate. Nice to meet you."
It was an assault, a burst of personality that put me on my heels. I shook hands, reeling,
and said something like, "Nice to meet you."
He pointed to the booth. "Here, have a seat," he said, all warmth and smiles. I delicately-
bent and squeezed my way into the booth.
"What happened to your face?" he asked.
"I kissed an air bag."
"Yeah, I heard about the accident," he said quickly. Very quickly. "Are you okay? Any
broken bones?"
"No," I said slowly, trying to read him.
"Heard the other guy got killed," he said, a split second after I'd spoken. He was in charge
of this conversation. I was supposed to follow along.
"Yeah, some drug dealer."
"This city," he said, as the waiter appeared. "What'll you have?" Hector asked me.
"Black coffee," I said. At that moment, as he pondered his choice of drinks, one of his
feet began tapping me on the leg.
"What kind of beer do you have?" he asked the waiter, a question they hated. The waiter
looked straight ahead and began rattling off brands.
The tapping brought our eyes together. His hands were together on the table. Using the
waiter as a shield, he barely curled his right index finger and pointed to his chest.
"Molson," he announced suddenly, and the waiter left.
He was wired, and they were watching. Wherever they were, they couldn't see through
the waiter. Instinctively, I wanted to turn and examine the other people in the bar. But I
withstood the temptation, thanks in no small part to a neck as pliable as a board.
That explained the hearty hello, as if we'd never met. Hector had been grilled all day, and
he was denying everything.
"I'm a paralegal in real estate," he explained. "You've met Braden Chance, one of our
partners."
"Yes." Since my words were being recorded, I would offer little.
"I work primarily for him. You and I spoke briefly one day last week when you visited
his office."
"If you say so. I don't remember seeing you."
I caught a very faint smile, a relaxing around the eyes, nothing a surveillance camera
could catch. Under the table, I tapped his leg with my foot. Hopefully we were dancing to
the same tune.
"Look, the reason I asked you to meet me is because a file is missing from Braden's
office."
"Am I the accused?"
"Well, no, but you're a possible suspect. It was the file you asked for when you sort of
barged into his office last week."
"Then I am being accused," I said hotly.
"Not yet. Relax. The firm is doing a thorough investigation of the matter, and we're
simply talking to everyone we can think of. Since I heard you ask Braden for the file, the
firm instructed me to talk to you. It's that simple."
"I don't know what you're talking about. It's that simple."
"You know nothing about the file?"
"Of course not. Why would I take a file from a partner's office?"
"Would you take a polygraph?"
"Certainly," I said firmly, even indignantly. There was no way in hell I would take a
polygraph.
"Good. They're asking all of us to do it. Everybody remotely near the file."
The beer and coffee arrived, giving us a brief pause to evaluate and reposition. Hector
had just told me he was in deep trouble. A polygraph would kill him. Did you meet
Michael Brock before he left the firm? Did you discuss the missing file? Did you give
him copies of anything taken from the file? Did you assist him in obtaining the missing
file? Yes or no. Hard questions with simple answers. There was no way he could lie and
survive the test.
"They're fingerprinting too," he said. He said this in a lower voice, not in an effort to
avoid the hidden mike, but rather to soften the blow.
It didn't work. The thought of leaving prints had never occurred to me, neither before the
theft, nor since. "Good for them," I said.
"In fact, they lifted prints all afternoon. From the door, the light switch, the file cabinet.
Lots of prints."
"Hope they find their man."
"It's really coincidental, you know. Braden had a hundred active files in his office, and
the only one missing is the one you were quite anxious to see."
"Are you trying to say something?"
"I just said it. A real coincidence." He was doing this for the benefit of our listeners.
I thought perhaps I should perform too. "I don't like the way you said it," I practically
yelled at him. "If you want to accuse me of something, then go to the cops, get a warrant,
and get me picked up. Otherwise, keep your stupid opinions to yourself."
"The cops are already involved," he said, very coolly, and my contrived temper melted.
"It's a theft."
"Of course it's a theft. Go catch your thief and stop wasting your time with me."
He took a long drink. "Did someone give you a set of keys to Braden's office?"
"Of course not."
"Well, they found this empty file on your desk, with a note about the two keys. One to the
door, the other to a file cabinet."
"I know nothing about it," I said, as arrogantly as possible while trying to remember the
last place I'd put the empty file. My trail was widening. I'd been trained to think like a
lawyer, not a criminal.
Another long drink by Hector, another sip of coffee by me.
Enough had been said. The messages had been delivered, one by the firm, the other by
Hector himself. The firm wanted the file back, with its contents uncompromised. Hector
wanted me to know that his involvement could cost him his job.
It was up to me to save him. i could return the file, confess, promise to keep it sealed, and
the firm would probably forgive me. There would be no harm. Protecting Hector's job
could be a condition of the return.
"Anything else?" I asked, suddenly ready to leave.
"Nothing. When can you do the polygraph?"
"I'll give you a call."
I picked up my coat and left.
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Sixteen
For reasons that I would soon understand, Mordecai had an intense dislike for District
cops, even though most were black. In his opinion, they were rough on the homeless, and
that was the standard he invariably used to measure good and bad.
But he knew a few. One was Sergeant Peeler, a man described by Mordecai as "from the
streets." Peeler worked with troubled kids in a community center near the legal clinic,
and he and Mordecai belonged to the same church. Peeler had contacts, and could pull
enough strings to get me to my car.
He walked into the clinic shortly after nine Saturday morning. Mordecai and I were
drinking coffee and trying to stay warm. Peeler didn't work Saturdays. I got the