The Lincoln Lawyer - Michael Connelly [20]
“Well, you probably need it more than me. He must be a paying customer if he’s got C. C. Dobbs carrying the roll behind him.”
By that she was referring to a roll of toilet paper. High-priced family lawyers were usually seen by prosecutors as nothing more than ass wipers for the rich and famous.
“Yeah, I could use one like him—the paying client, not the wiper. It’s been a while since I had a franchise.”
“Well, you didn’t get as lucky a few minutes ago,” she whispered into the phone. “The case was reassigned to Ted Minton.”
“Never heard of him.”
“He’s one of Smithson’s young guns. Just brought him in from downtown, where he was filing simple possession cases. He didn’t see the inside of a courtroom until he came up here.”
John Smithson was the ambitious head deputy in charge of the Van Nuys Division. He was a better politician than a prosecutor and had parlayed that skill into a quick climb over other more experienced deputies to the division chief’s post. Maggie McPherson was among those he’d passed by. Once he was in the slot, he started building a staff of young prosecutors who did not feel slighted and were loyal to him for giving them a shot.
“This guy’s never been in court?” I asked, not understanding how going up against a trial rookie could be unlucky, as Maggie had indicated.
“He’s had a few trials up here but always with a babysitter. Roulet will be his first time flying solo. Smithson thinks he’s giving him a slam dunk.”
I imagined her sitting in her cubicle, probably not far from where my new opponent was sitting in his.
“I don’t get it, Mags. If this guy’s green, why wasn’t I lucky?”
“Because these guys Smithson picks are all cracked out of the same mold. They’re arrogant assholes. They think they can do no wrong and what’s more…”
She lowered her voice even more.
“They don’t play fair. And the word on Minton is that he’s a cheater. Watch yourself, Haller. Better yet, watch him.”
“Well, thanks for the heads-up.”
But she wasn’t finished.
“A lot of these new people just don’t get it. They don’t see it as a calling. To them it’s not about justice. It’s just a game—a batting average. They like to keep score and to see how far it will get them in the office. In fact, they’re all just like junior Smithsons.”
A calling. It was her sense of calling that ultimately cost us our marriage. On an intellectual level she could deal with being married to a man who worked the other side of the aisle. But when it came down to the reality of what we did, we were lucky to have lasted the eight years we had managed. Honey, how was your day? Oh, I got a guy who murdered his roommate with an ice pick a seven-year deal. And you? Oh, I put a guy away for five years because he stole a car stereo to feed his habit… It just didn’t work. Four years in, a daughter arrived, but through no fault of her own, she only kept us going another four years.
Still, I didn’t regret a thing about it. I cherished my daughter. She was the only thing that was really good about my life, that I could be proud of. I think deep down, the reason I didn’t see her enough—that I was chasing cases instead of her—was because I felt unworthy of her. Her mother was a hero. She put bad people in jail. What could I tell her was good and holy about what I did, when I had long ago lost the thread of it myself?
“Hey, Haller, are you there?”
“Yeah, Mags, I’m here. What are you eating today?”
“Just the oriental salad from downstairs. Nothing special. Where are you?”
“Heading downtown. Listen, tell Hayley I’ll see her this Saturday. I’ll make a plan. We’ll do something special.”
“You really mean that? I don’t want to get her hopes up.”
I felt something lift inside me, the idea that my daughter would get her hopes up about seeing me. The one thing Maggie never did was run me down with Hayley. She wasn’t the kind that would do that. I always admired that.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I said.
“Great, I’ll tell her. Let me know when you’re coming or if I can drop her off.”
“Okay.”
I hesitated. I wanted to talk to her