- •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 so familiar!
Hector had his own office, a small room with no name anywhere in sight. I saw him
through his halfopen door, and I immediately burst in and slammed it behind me.
He jerked back in his chair with both palms up, as if he were facing a gun. "What the
hell!" he said.
"Hello, Hector."
No gun, no assault, just a bad memory. His palms fell to his desk, and he actually smiled.
"What the hell?" he said again.
"So how's Chicago?" I asked, resting my butt on the edge of his desk.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, in disbelief.
"I could ask you the same question."
"I'm working," he said, scratching his head. Five hundred feet above the street, tucked
away in his nondescript little room with no windows, insulated by layers of more
Important people, Hector had been found by the only person he was running from.
"How'd you find me?" he asked.
"It was very easy, Ilector. I'm a street lawyer now, savvy and smart. You run again, I'll
find you again."
"I'm not running anymore," he said, looking away. It was not entirely for my benefit.
"We're filing suit tomorrow," I said. "The defendants will be RiverOaks, TAG, and Drake
& Sweeney. There's no place for you to hide."
"Who are the plaintiffs?"
"Lontae Burton and family. Later, we'll add the other evictees, when we find all of them."
He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You remember Lontae, don't you, Hector? She was the young mother who fought with
the cops when you were evicting everyone. You saw it all, and you felt guilty because
you knew the truth, you knew she was paying rent to Gantry. You put it all in your memo,
the one dated January twenty-seventh, and you made sure the memo was properly
Indexed into the file. You did this because you knew Braden Chance would remove it at
some point. And he did. And that's why I'm here, Hector. I want a copy of the memo. I
have the rest of the file, and it's about to be exposed. Now I want the memo."
"What makes you think I have a copy?"
"Because you're too smart not to copy it. You knew Chance would remove the original to
cover his ass. But now he is about to be exposed. Don't go down with him."
"Then where do I go?"
"Nowhere," I said. "You have nowhere to go."
He knew it. Since he knew the truth about the eviction, he would be forced to testify at
some point, and in some manner. His testimony would sink Drake & Sweeney, and he
would be terminated. It was a course of events Mordecai and I had talked about. We had
a few crumbs to offer.
"If you give me the memo," I said, "I will not tell where it came from. And I will not call
you as a witness unless I am absolutely forced to."
He was shaking his head. "I could lie, you know," he said.
"Sure you could. But you won't because you'll get nailed. It's easy to prove your memo
was logged into the file, then removed. You can't deny writing it. Then we have the
testimony of the people you evicted. They'll make great witnesses before an all-black jury
In d.C. And we've talked to the guard who was with you on January twenty-seventh."
Every punch landed flush on the jaw, and Hector was on the ropes. Actually, we had been
unable to find the guard; the file did not give his name.
"Forget lying," I said. "It will only make things worse."
Hector was too honest to lie. He was, after all, the person who had slipped me the list of
the evictees, and the keys with which to steal the file. He had a soul and a conscience,
and he couldn't be happy hiding in Chicago, running from his past.
"Has Chance told them the truth?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said. "I doubt it. That would take guts, and Chance is a
coward ....They'll fire me, you know."
"Maybe, but you'll have a beautiful lawsuit against them. I'll handle it for you. We'll sue
them again, and I won't charge you a dime."
There was a knock on his door. It scared both of us; our conversation had taken us back
in time. "Yes," he said, and a secretary entered.
"Mr. Peck is waiting," she said, sizing me up.
"I'll be there in one minute," Hector said, and she slowly backtracked through the door,
leaving it open.
"I have to go," he said.
"I'm not leaving without a copy of the memo."
"Meet me at noon by the water fountain in front of the building."
"I'll be there."
I winked at the receptionist as I passed through the foyer. "Thanks," I said. "I'm much
better."
"You're welcome," she said.
* * *
From the fountain we went west on Grand Avenue to a crowded Jewish deli. As we
waited in line to order a sandwich, Hector handed me an envelope. "I have four children,"
he said. "Please protect me."
I took the envelope, and was about to say something when he stepped backward and got
lost in the crowd. I saw him squeeze through the door and go past the deli, the flaps of his
overcoat around his ears, almost running to get away from me.
I forgot about lunch. I walked four blocks to the hotel, checked out, and threw my things
into a cab. Sitting low in the backseat, doors locked, cabbie halfasleep, no one in the
world knowing where I was at that moment, I opened the envelope.
The memo was in the typical Drake & Sweeney format, prepared on Hector's PC with the
client code, file number, and date in tiny print along the bottom left. It was dated January
27, sent to Braden Chance from Hector Palma, regarding the RiverOaks/TAG eviction,
Florida warehouse property. On that day, Hector had gone to the warehouse with an
armed guard, Jeff Mackle of Rock Creek Security, arriving at 9:15 A.M. and leaving at
12:30. The warehouse had three levels, and after first noticing squatters on the ground
floor, Hector went to the second level, where there was no sign of habitation. On the third
level, he saw litter, old clothing, and the remnants of a campfire someone had used many
months earlier.
On the west end of the ground level, he found eleven temporary apartments, all hastily
assembled from plywood and Sheetrock, unpainted, but obviously built by the same
person, at about the same time, with some effort at order. Each apartment was roughly the
same size, judging from the outside; Hector couldn't obtain entry to any of them. Every
door was the same, a light, hollow, synthetic material, probably plastic, with a doorknob
and a dead bolt.
The bathroom was well used and filthy. There had been no recent improvements to it.
Hector encountered a man who identified himself only as Herman, and Herman had no