I did. Thats why I knew Michael had taken a filing.

How?

I managed to glance at the first sentence of the typewritten page. The person identified as the party filing the appeal was named there. As soon as I left Michaels office I checked the Courts filing database. There was no one by that name listed.

What was the name?

The last name was Harms.

First name?

I didnt see it.

Do you remember anything else?

No.

Fiske eased back in his seat. The thing is, if Mike took the appeal, he had to be sure that no one would call up about the disappearance of the file. Like the attorney who filed it, if an attorney did.

Well, the envelope had a return receipt requested label. The sending party wouldve gotten notice that it was delivered to the Court.

Okay. And why one handwritten page and one typewritten page?

Two different people. Maybe the person didnt want to be recognized, but still wanted to help Harms.

From all the appeals the Court gets, Mike takes this one. Why?

She glanced at him nervously. Oh God, if it turns out that this had anything to do with Michaels death. I never thought . . . She suddenly looked as though she would burst into tears.

Im not going to tell anyone about this. For now. You took a risk for Mike. I appreciate that. There was a lengthy silence until Fiske said, Its getting late.

As they drove along, Fiske finally said, Weve been able to ascertain that Mike put eight hundred or so miles on his car in the last couple of days. Any idea where he might have gone?

No. I dont think he liked driving. He rode his bike to work.

How was he perceived by the other clerks?

Highly respected. He was incredibly motivated. I guess all Supreme Court clerks are, but Michael seemed incapable of turning it off. I consider myself a hard worker too, but I think a balance in life is good.

Mike was always that way, Fiske said a little wearily. He started at perfection and moved up from there.

Must run in the family. Michael told me that, growing up, you worked two and three jobs almost all the time.

I like to have spending money.

The money had not remained long in Fiskes pocket. It had gone to his father, who had never earned more than fifteen lousy grand a year in over forty years of working his ass off. Now it went to his mother and her massive health bills.

You also went to college while working as a cop.

Fiske impatiently tapped his fingers against the car window. Good old Virginia Commonwealth University, the Stanford of the next century.

And you read for the law. Fiske looked at her angrily. Please dont get upset, John. Im just curious.

Fiske sighed. I apprenticed to a Richmond criminal defense attorney. Learned a lot. Got my certificate and passed the bar. He added dryly, Its the only way to become a lawyer if youre too dumb to score high enough on the LSATs.

Youre not dumb.

Thanks, but how would you know?

We watched you do a trial.

He turned to look at her. Excuse me?

Over the summer, Michael and I came down to Richmond and watched you do a trial in circuit court. She was not going to mention her second trip to watch him in court. Why didnt you let me know you were there?

Sara shrugged. Michael thought youd be upset.

Why would I be upset at seeing my brother?

Why are you asking me? He was your brother. When Fiske said nothing, Sara continued, I was really impressed. I think you might have motivated me to become a criminal defense lawyer someday. At least for a while, try it out, see what its really like.

Oh, you think youd like to do that?

Why not? The law can still be a noble calling. Defending the rights of others. The poor. Id love to hear about some of your cases.

Would you really?

Absolutely, she said enthusiastically. He settled down, pretended to think hard. Lets see, there was Ronald James. That was his real name, but he preferred to be called Backdoor Daddy. That referred to his sexual position of choice with the six women he brutally raped. I plea-bargained that one, even though all six women identified him from a police lineup. I had some leverage, though. Four of the women couldnt face Backdoor in court. Thats what terror will do for you. Ortoyou. The fifth victim had a few nasties in her past that maybe we couldve used to attack her credibility. The last woman wanted nothing less than to crucify him. But one good witness isnt the same as a half dozen. Bottom line: The prosecutor got cold feet and Backdoor got twenty years with a shot at parole.

Then there was Jenny, a nice kid who put a cleaver into her grandmothers skull because, as she tearfully explained to me, the old, dumb bitch wouldnt let her go to the mall with her friends. Jennys mother, the daughter of the woman little Jenny butchered, is paying my legal bill in installments of two bucks a month.

I think I get the point, Sara said tersely.

Now, I dont want to disillusion you. The guy I just got off for burglary paid my bill in full, probably with the cash he got from fencing the property he stole. Ive learned not to ask. So my rents paid for the month, and I havent had to pull a gun on one of my clients in a long time. And tomorrows always a new day. Fiske leaned back. Go get em, Ms. Evans.

You really enjoy shocking people, dont you?

You asked.

So why the hell do you do it, then?

Someone has to.

That wasnt exactly the answer I was expecting, but lets just drop it, she said harshly. Thanks for bursting my balloon, though, I really appreciate it.

If I burst your little balloon, you should thank me, he said angrily. Then he added more calmly, Look, Sara, Im no white knight. Most of my clients are guilty. I know that, they know that, everybody knows that. Ninety percent of my cases are plea-bargained for that very reason. If somebody actually came to me proclaiming their innocence, Id probably die of a heart attack. Im not a defender of anybody, Im a negotiator of sentencing. My job is to make sure that the prison time is fair relative to what everybody else gets. On the rare occasion I do go to trial, the trick there is to blow enough smoke around that a jury just loses the energy to figure it all out and gives up. Like they really want to sit around debating the fate of somebody they dont even know, and could give a shit about.

Gee, whatever happened to the truth?

Sometimes the truth is a lawyers biggest enemy. You cant spin it. Nine times out of ten, with the truth I lose. Now, Im not paid to lose, but I try to be fair. So we all do our little shuffle during the day, the tuna nets go out at night and catch a batch of fresh meat, and we all come back and do the dance again. And on and on it goes.

Your version of real life? she asked.

Dont worry, youre never going to see it. Youll be teaching at Harvard, or working at some gold-plated New York law firm. If Im ever up there, Ill be sure to wave to you from the Dumpster.

Can you please stop? Sara exclaimed. They drove on in silence until something occurred to Fiske.

If you had already seen me at the trial, why did you make a show of not knowing who I was back at the Court when Perkins introduced us?

Sara took a short breath. I dont know. I guess because in front of Perkins, I couldnt think of a clever way to tell you how I had already seen you.

Why did it have to be clever?

You know what they say about first impressions. She shook her head at the thought now.Christ! As Fiske watched her, the last of his hostility faded. Dont let my cynical ass dampen your enthusiasm, Sara. He added quietly, Nobody has that right. Im sorry.

Sara looked over at him. I think you care more than you let on. She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to tell him or not. You know a little boy named Enis, dont you? Fiske stared over at her. I saw you talking to him.