Michael Connelly - Mickey Haller 01 The Lincoln Lawyer

Monday, March 7

T he morning air off the Mojave in late winter is as clean and crisp as youll ever breathe in Los Angeles County. It carries the taste of promise on it. When it starts blowing in like that I like to keep a window open in my office. There are a few people who know this routine of mine, people like Fernando Valenzuela. The bondsman, not the baseball pitcher. He called me as I was coming into Lancaster for a nine oclock calendar call. He must have heard the wind whistling in my cell phone.

Mick, he said, you up north this morning?

At the moment, I said as I put the window up to hear him better. You got something?

Yeah, I got something. I think I got a franchise player here. But his first appearance is at eleven. Can you make it back down in time?

Valenzuela has a storefront office on Van Nuys Boulevard a block from the civic center, which includes two courthouses and the Van Nuys jail. He calls his business Liberty Bail Bonds. His phone number, in red neon on the roof of his establishment, can be seen from the high-power wing on the third floor of the jail. His number is scratched into the paint on the wall next to every pay phone on every other ward in the jail.

You could say his name is also permanently scratched onto my Christmas list. At the end of the year I give a can of salted nuts to everybody on it. Planters holiday mix. Each can has a ribbon and bow on it. But no nuts inside. Just cash. I have a lot of bail bondsmen on my Christmas list. I eat holiday mix out of Tupperware well into spring. Since my last divorce, it is sometimes all I get for dinner.

Before answering Valenzuelas question I thought about the calendar call I was headed to. My client was named Harold Casey. If the docket was handled alphabetically I could make an eleven oclock hearing down in Van Nuys, no problem. But Judge Orton Powell was in his last term on the bench. He was retiring. That meant he no longer faced reelection pressures, like those from the private bar. To demonstrate his freedomand possibly as a form of payback to those he had been politically beholden to for twelve yearshe liked to mix things up in his courtroom. Sometimes the calendar went alphabetical, sometimes reverse alphabetical, sometimes by filing date. You never knew how the call would go until you got there. Often lawyers cooled their heels for better than an hour in Powells courtroom. The judge liked that.

I think I can make eleven, I said, without knowing for sure. Whats the case?

Guys gotta be big money. Beverly Hills address, family lawyer waltzing in here first thing. This is the real thing, Mick. They booked him on a half mil and his mothers lawyer came in here today ready to sign over property in Malibu to secure it. Didnt even ask about getting it lowered first. I guess they arent too worried about him running.

Booked for what? I asked.

I kept my voice even. The scent of money in the water often leads to a feeding frenzy but I had taken care of Valenzuela on enough Christmases to know I had him on the hook exclusively. I could play it cool.

The cops booked him for ag-assault, GBI and attempted rape for starters, the bondsman answered. The DA hasnt filed yet as far as I know.

The police usually overbooked the charges. What mattered was what the prosecutors finally filed and took to court. I always say cases go in like a lion and come out like a lamb. A case going in as attempted rape and aggravated assault with great bodily injury could easily come out as simple battery. It wouldnt surprise me and it wouldnt make for much of a franchise case. Still, if I could get to the client and make a fee agreement based on the announced charges, I could look good when the DA later knocked them down.

You got any of the details? I asked.

He was booked last night. It sounds like a bar pickup gone bad. The family lawyer said the womans in it for the money. You know, the civil suit to follow the criminal case. But Im not so sure. She got beat up pretty good from what I heard.

Whats the family lawyers name?

Hold on a sec. Ive got his card here somewhere.

I looked out the window while waiting for Valenzuela to find the business card. I was two minutes from the Lancaster courthouse and twelve minutes from calendar call. I needed at least three of those minutes in between to confer with my client and give him the bad news.

Okay, here it is, Valenzuela said. Guys name is Cecil C. Dobbs, Esquire. Out of Century City. See, I told you. Money.

Valenzuela was right. But it wasnt the lawyers Century City address that said money. It was the name. I knew of C. C. Dobbs by reputation and guessed that there wouldnt be more than one or two names on his entire client list that didnt have a Bel-Air or Holmby Hills address. His kind of client went home to the places where the stars seemed to reach down at night to touch the anointed.

Give me the clients name, I said.

That would be Louis Ross Roulet.

He spelled it and I wrote it down on a legal pad.

Almost like the spinning wheel but you pronounce it Roo- lay, he said. You going to be here, Mick?

Before responding I wrote the name C. C. Dobbs on the pad. I then answered Valenzuela with a question.

Why me? I asked. Was I asked for? Or did you suggest me?

I had to be careful with this. I had to assume Dobbs was the kind of lawyer who would go to the California bar in a heartbeat if he came across a criminal defense attorney paying off bondsmen for client referrals. In fact, I started wondering if the whole thing might be a bar sting operation that Valenzuela hadnt picked up on. I wasnt one of the bars favorite sons. They had come at me before. More than once.

I asked Roulet if he had a lawyer, you know? A criminal defense lawyer, and he said no. I told him about you. I didnt push it. I just said you were good. Soft sell, you know?

Was this before or after Dobbs came into it?

No, before. Roulet called me this morning from the jail. They got him up on high power and he saw the sign, I guess. Dobbs showed up after that. I told him you were in, gave him your pedigree, and he was cool with it. Hell be there at eleven. Youll see how he is.

I didnt speak for a long moment. I wondered how truthful Valenzuela was being with me. A guy like Dobbs would have had his own man. If it wasnt his own forte, then hed have had a criminal specialist in the firm or, at least, on standby. But Valenzuelas story seemed to contradict this. Roulet came to him empty-handed. It told me that there was more to this case I didnt know than what I did.

Hey, Mick, you there? Valenzuela prompted.

I made a decision. It was a decision that would eventually lead me back to Jesus Menendez and that I would in many ways come to regret. But at the moment it was made, it was just another choice made of necessity and routine.

Ill be there, I said into the phone. Ill see you at eleven.

I was about to close the phone when I heard Valenzuelas voice come back at me.

And youll take care of me for this, right, Mick? I mean, you know, if this is the franchise.

It was the first time Valenzuela had ever sought assurance of a payback from me. It played further into my paranoia and I carefully constructed an answer that would satisfy him and the barif it was listening.