- •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 drank tea with a Catholic priest at the Redeemer Mission off Rhode Island. He studied
the names with great intensity, but no bells went off. "There are so many," he said.
The only scare of the morning occurred at the Freedom Coalition, a large gathering hall
built by some long-forgotten association and later converted to a community center. At
eleven, a lunch line was forming by the front entrance. Since I wasn't there to eat, I
simply ignored the line and walked directly to the door. Some of the gentlemen waiting
for food thought I was breaking their line, and they threw obscenities at me. They were
hungry, and suddenly angry, and the fact that I was white didn't help matters. How could
they mistake me for a homeless person? The door was being manned by a volunteer, who
also thought I was being an ass. He stiff-armed me rudely, another act of violence against
my person.
"I'm not here to eat!" I said angrily. "I'm a lawyer for the homeless!"
That setfled them down; suddenly I was a blue-eyed brother. I was allowed to enter the
building without further assault. The director was Reverend Kip, a fiery little guy with a
red beret and a black collar. We did not connect. When he realized that (a) I was a lawyer;
(b) my clients were the Burtons; (c) I was working on their lawsuit; and (d) there might
be a recovery of damages down the road, he began thinking about money. I wasted thirty
minutes with him, and left with the vow to send in Mordecai.
I called Megan and begged off lunch. My excuse was that I was on the other side of the
city, with a long list of people yet to see. The truth was that I couldn't tell if she was
flirting. She was pretty and smart and thoroughly likable, and she was the last thing I
needed. I hadn't flirted in almost ten years; I didn't know the rules.
But Megan had great news. Ruby had not only survived the morning session of AA/NA,
she had vowed to stay clean for twenty-four hours. It was an emotional scene, and Megan
had watched from the rear of the room.
"She needs to stay off the streets tonight," Megan said. "She hasn't had a clean day in
twelve years."
I, of course, was of little help. Megan had several ideas.
* * *
The afternoon was as fruitless as the morning, though I did learn the location of every
shelter in the District. And I met people, made contacts, swapped cards with folks I'd
probably see again.
Kelvin Lam remained the sole evictee we'd been able to locate. DeVon Hardy and Lontae
Burton were dead. I was left with a total of fourteen people who had fallen through the
cracks in the sidewalks.
The hard-core homeless venture into shelters from time to time for a meal, or a pair of
shoes, or a blanket, but they leave no trail. They do not want help. They have no desire
for human contact. It was hard to believe that the remaining fourteen were hard core. A
month earlier, they had been living under a roof and paying rent.
Patience, Mordecai kept telling me. Street lawyers must have patience.
Ruby met me at the door of Naomi's, with a gleaming smile and a fierce hug. She had
completed both sessions. Megan had already laid the groundwork for the next twelve
hours--Ruby would not be allowed to stay on the streets. Ruby had acquiesced.
Ruby and I left the city and drove west into Virginia. In a suburban shopping center, we
bought a toothbrush and toothpaste, soap, shampoo, and enough candy to get through
Halloween. W'e drove farther away from the city, and in the small town of Gainesville I
found a shiny new motel advertising single rooms for forty-two dollars a night. I paid
with a credit card; surely it would somehow be deductible.
I left her there, with strict instructions to stay in the room with the door locked until I
came for her Sunday morning.
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Twenty-eight
Saturday night, the first day of March. Young, single, certainly not as rich as I was not
too long ago, but not completely broke, yet. A closet full of nice clothes, which were not
being used. A city of one million people with scores of attractive young women drawn to
the center of political power, and always ready, it was rumored, for a good time.
I had beer and pizza and watched college basketball, alone in my loft and not unhappy.
Any public appearance that night could have ended quickly with the cruel greeting "Hey,
aren't you the guy who got arrested? Saw it in the paper this morning."
I checked on Ruby. The phone rang eight times before she answered, and I was about to
panic. She was enjoying herself immensely, having taken a long shower, eaten a pound of
candy, and watched TV nonstop. She had not left the room.
She was twenty miles away, in a small town just off the interstate in the Virginia
countryside where neither she nor I knew a soul. There was no way she could find drugs.
I patted myself on the back again.
During halftime of the Duke-Carolina game, the cell phone on the plastic storage box
next to the pizza squawked and starfled me. A very pleasant female voice said, "Hello,
jailbird."
It was Claire, without the edge.
"Hello," I said, muting the television.
"You okay?"
"Just doing great. How about you?"
"Fine. I saw your smiling face in the paper this morning, and I was worried about you."
Claire read the Sunday paper only, so if she saw my little story, someone gave it to her.
Probably the same hot-blooded doc who'd answered the phone the last time I'd called.
Was she alone on Saturday night, like me?
"It was an experience," I said, then told her the entire story, beginning with Gasko and
ending with my release. She wanted to talk, and as the narrative plodded along I decided
that she was indeed by herself, probably bored and maybe lonely. And perhaps there was
a chance that she was really worried about me.
"How serious are the charges?" she asked.
"Grand larceny carries up to ten years," I said gravely. I liked the prospect of her being
concerned. "But I'm not worried about that."
"It's just a file, isn't it?"
"Yes, and it wasn't a theft." Sure it was, but I was not yet prepared to admit that.
"Could you lose your license to practice?"
"Yes, if I'm convicted of a felony, it would be automatic."
"That's awful, Mike. What would you do then?"
"Truthfully, I haven't thought about it. It's not going to happen." I was being completely
honest; I had not seriously thought about losing my law license. Perhaps it was an issue
requiring consideration, but I had not found the time for it.
We politely inquired about each other's family, and I remembered to ask about her
brother James and his Hodgkin's disease. His treatment was under way; the family was
optimistic.