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“Oh, The New York Times always picks the best cases to cover.” She flipped through the paper. “There’s one hell of a trial going on this week.”
“Criminal or corporate?” I asked as a taxi flew right past me.
“Both,” she said. “And I actually know this guy. Well, I know of him anyway…Absolutely incredible lawyer…”
“We’re never going to get a cab at this rate.” I shook my head at being snubbed again.
“I doubt he’ll ever get recognition for that government case…”
“What are you talking about?”
“Liam Henderson.” She held the paper in front of me, pointing to a picture-less article. “Remember? He’s on me and your dad’s list of lawyers who’ll never be given the credit they deserve because they went against the government. This guy was your favorite, I do believe.”
“Oh, yeah.” I remembered. “So, why is he in the paper now? Did he mess up because he didn’t receive his due fame? Is he in trouble?”
“No, looks like he’s just testifying in a case. Article claims he’s been living down in the South and even partnered at some firm, but that can’t be true. Any firm down there would be bragging if they had him, and I haven’t heard anything.”
“I’m sure they would.” I finally waved down a cab. “We can go now.”
“It’s quite weird though.” She tapped her lip. “In all of his career, I’ve never seen a picture of him—maybe one or two, but they were stock pictures from his college days. I’m sure he looks different now.”
“Mom,” I said, opening the car door. “The cab charges by the minute.”
“Now the article claims he’s been living in North Carolina under an assumed name for the past six years. But of course, they’re not revealing that name. They need to get better researchers, don’t you think? How could a lawyer of that status manage to change his name, switch states, and still practice the law?” She handed me the paper as she stepped into the cab. “He’d have to erase his entire identity and start all over. Who would do that?”
I gasped and flipped to the article as I sat in the backseat. I read it word for word, over and over, and everything around me became a blur. I could practically feel my jaw dropping as I flashed back to my first interview at GBH:
Miss Everhart, are there any lawyers that you wish to model your own career after?” Mr. Bach smiled at me.
“Yes, actually,” I said. “I’ve always admired the career of Liam Henderson.”
“Liam Henderson?” Andrew looked up at me with his eyebrow raised. “Who is that?”
Suppression of Evidence (n.):
The improper hiding of evidence by a prosecutor who is constitutionally required to reveal to the defense all evidence.
Andrew
Former Partners to Finally Appear in Court Opposite Each Other:
Hart Case Continues This Week.
That’s what the headline in the judicial section of The New York Times read this morning. To those who knew nothing about the case, I was sure that it was simply another story to pass the time, another superficial scandal to devour with their morning breakfast.
But for me, it was the end of a six year chapter that had gone on for far too many pages. It was part of the reason why I left, part of the reason why after I testified in a few days, I would leave this city for the very last time.
I looked outside the window at the Waldorf Astoria’s restaurant, wondering how it could possibly be raining so heavily in the dead of winter.
“Mr. Hamilton?” A woman in a suit stepped next to my table.
“Yes?”
“I’m Vera Milton, the general manager,” she said. “You’ve had several calls from a Miss Ava Sanchez… She keeps telling us that it’s important and that she needs to speak with you. She’s on the line for you now…”
I sighed. “Could you patch her call to my room in two minutes please?”
“Certainly sir.”
