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Putting this case together had been like corralling wild horses while standing on the seat of a motorbike and juggling bowling balls. But she’d done it.
Over the last fourteen months, she’d slogged through the discovery process, the endless depositions, lined up her seventy-six witnesses—medical experts, past and present employees of the hospital, and her clients, the families of the twenty deceased who were all finally in accord.
She had a personal reason for her total, unwavering commitment, but no one needed to know why this case was a labor of love.
She definitely felt her clients’ pain—that was reason enough.
Now she had to convince a jury of their peers.
If she could do that, the hospital would feel the pain, too, in the only way it could—by kicking out a gigantic payout, the many, many millions her clients richly deserved.
Chapter 17
MAUREEN O’MARA MADE A RUSH for one of the courthouse elevators, stepping in then starting as a man in a charcoal-gray suit joined her just as the doors were closing.
Lawrence Kramer gave her a brilliant smile, leaned forward, and pressed number four.
“Morning, Counselor,” he said. “How are ya doing so far today?”
“Never better,” she chirped. “And you?”
“Perfecto. I had about three pounds of raw meat with my eggs this morning,” Kramer said. “Breakfast of Champions.”
“Sounds kind of bad for your heart,” Maureen said, giving the hospital’s lead attorney a sidelong look. “You do have a heart, don’t you, Larry?”
The big man threw his head back and laughed as the elevator lurched upward toward the courtroom.
God, he has a lot of teeth, and they’ve been whitened.
“Sure I do. I’m going to get my cardio workout in court, Maureen. Thanks to you.”
At forty-two, Lawrence Kramer was a gifted defense attorney—smart, good-looking, and in his prime. All that and he was rapidly gaining national media presence as well.
O’Mara had seen him interviewed a few times on Chris Matthews’ Hardball about one of his clients, a football star accused of rape. Kramer had held his own against Matthews’ verbal machine-gun attack. It hadn’t surprised Maureen, though. Hardball was Kramer’s game of choice.
And now Lawrence Kramer was defending San Francisco Municipal Hospital in an action that could throw the hospital into receivership, even possibly shut it down. But more important was that Kramer was defending the hospital against her.
The elevator stopped on the second floor of the courthouse, and three more passengers crowded into the small mahogany-lined box, forcing Maureen closer to Kramer’s side. It was a little too much contact with the man who was going to try to flatten her and run her clients into the dust.
O’Mara had a moment of doubt, felt a frisson of fear. Could she pull this off? She’d never taken on a case so complex—she didn’t know anyone who had. This was definitely the Big One, even for Larry Kramer.
The elevator jolted to a stop on four, and she stepped out just ahead of Kramer. She could almost feel her opponent’s presence behind her, as if a high-voltage charge were coming off his body.
Eyes straight ahead, the two attorneys marched along together, the clacking of their shoes on the marble floor echoing in the wide corridor.
Maureen went inside her head.
Even though Kramer had ten years on her, she was his equal, or could be. She, too, was Harvard Law. She, too, thrived on a hard and bloody fight. And she had something that Kramer didn’t have. She had right on her side.
Right is might. Right is might.
The affirmation was like cool water, soothing her and at the same time bracing her for the biggest trial of her career. This one might get her on Hardball.
She reached the open door to the courtroom seconds before her opponent and saw that the oak-paneled room was just about filled with spectators.
Down the aisle at the plaintiffs’ table on her right, Bobby Perlstein, her associate and second chair, was going over his notes. Maureen’s assistant, Karen Palmer, was setting out the exhibits and documents. Both turned to her, flashing eager smiles.
Maureen grinned back. As she approached her associates, she passed her many clients, acknowledging them with a smile, a wink, a wave of her hand. Their grateful eyes warmed her.
