Chapter One
HE KNEW IT WAS WRONG, AND THAT HE WAS
going to get caught. He said he knew this day was
coming.
He knew they had been stupid, he told me—worse,
greedy. He said he knew he should have
stopped. But somehow, each time he thought
they'd quit, he'd ask himself how once more could make it any worse.
Now he knew he was in trouble.
I recognized the tune. Over twenty-some years, the folks sitting in
that leather club chair in front of my desk have found only a few old
standards in the jukebox. I Didn't Do It. The Other One Did It. Why
Are They Picking on Me. His selection, I'm Sorry, made the easiest listening.
But they all wanted to hear the same song from me: Maybe I
Can Get You Out of This. I said it usually, although I knew it would
often prove untrue. But it's a complicated business being somebody's
only hope.
This is a lawyer's story, the kind attorneys like to hear and tell. About
a case. About a client. His name was Robert Feaver. Everyone knew
him as Robbie, although he was getting old for that kind of thing, forty-three,
he'd said, when I asked his age. The time was 1992, the second
week in September. The pundits had fin ... read full excerpt from: Personal Injuries ebook
