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Joel Goldman - Motion to Kill

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Joel Goldman

Motion to Kill

CHAPTER ONE

A dead partner is bad for business, even if he dies in his sleep. But when he washes ashore on one side of a lake and his boat is found abandoned on the other side, its worse. When the sheriff tells the coroner to cut him open and see what weve got, its time to dust off the resume. And the ink was barely dry on Lou Masons.

The time was seven thirty on Sunday morning, July 12. It was too early for dead bodies, too humid for the smell, and just right for the flies and mosquitoes. And it was rotten for identifying the body of a dead partner. These were the moments to remember.

Masons dead partner was Richard Sullivan, senior partner in Sullivan amp; Christenson, his law firm for the last three months. Sullivan was the firms rainmaker. He was a sawed-off, in-your-face, thump-your-chest ballbuster. His clients and partners loved the money he made for them, but none of them ever confessed to liking him. Though in his late fifties, he had one of those perpetually mid forties faces. Except that now he was dead, as gray as a Minneapolis winter and bloated from a night in the water.

Sullivan amp; Christenson was a Kansas City law firm that employed forty lawyers to merge and acquire clients assets so they could protect them from taxation before and after death. When bare-knuckled bargaining didnt get the deal done, theyd sue the bastards. Or defend the firms bastard if he was sued first. Masons job was to win regardless of which bastard won the race to the courthouse.

The U.S. attorney, Franklin St. John, had been preparing a special invitation to the courthouse for Sullivans biggest client, a banker named Victor OMalley. The RSVP would be sent to the grand jury that had been investigating OMalley for two years. Sullivan asked Mason to defend OMalley the day Mason joined the firm as its twelfth partner. Mason accepted and Sullivan spoon-fed him the details of OMalleys complex business deals.

Mason figured out that OMalley had stolen a lot of money from the bank he owned. He was having a harder time figuring out how to defend him. Fifty million dollars was a lot to blame on a bookkeeping mistake.

Two days earlier, Sullivan took Mason to lunch and, over a couple of grilled chicken Caesar salads, casually inquired what would happen to OMalleys defense if certain documents disappeared.

Which documents? Mason asked.

Sullivan studied Mason for a moment before answering. Lets assume that there are records that show OMalley and one of his business associates received favorable treatment from his bank.

Mason didnt hesitate. Thats what the whole case is about. There are too many of those documents to lose even if I didnt mind going to jail with OMalley. Which I do.

Lou, I only care about the documents with my name on them. Do you understand?

Mason nodded slowly, wiping his hands with a white cloth napkin more than was needed to clean them.

Im not going to jail for you either. Show me the documents, and well figure something out.

Sullivan gave him the pained look of a disappointed parent and changed the subject. Mason knew then that hed never see the documents. In the same instant, he also knew that his career at Sullivan amp; Christenson was over. He had failed Sullivans test but passed his own. He decided to think it over during the firms annual retreat that weekend, but he knew what he would do come Monday morning. Quit.

The retreat was at Buckhorn resort at the Lake of the Ozarks in southern Missouri. It was a long weekend of golf, drinking, and leering for the lawyers and staff.

Mason went for a walk after the Saturday night poker game, stopping at the beach, a kidney-shaped plot filled with sand along a retaining wall at the waters edge. A slight breeze rolled off the water, just enough to push the air around. A young couple was braided together at one end of the beach. He lay down at a discreet distance on the only lounge chair, turned his back to them, and felt the loneliness of the voyeur.

He didnt realize that hed fallen asleep until a voice interrupted the recurring dream of his last trial before he joined Sullivan amp; Christenson. Tommy Douchant, his client and best friend, looked up at him from his wheelchair, eyes wild, tears beading on his cheeks, as the jury announced its verdict against them. Mason begged the jury to come back, to listen to him, as they filed out of the courtroom, their faces dissolving as a voice sliced through his dream.

Excuse me are you Lou Mason?

Tommy rolled back into Masons subconscious as he opened his eyes. The voice belonged to a woman standing over him, backlit by the glare of the morning sun. The glistening effect was a mixture of a Madonna halo and a Star Trek transporter. He thought about asking her to beam him up while he rubbed any leftover drool from his chin stubble.

The best he could do was a slightly sleep-slurred, Yeah, Im Mason.

Snappy repartee after spending the night on a bed of vinyl was sometimes the beginning and end of his charm.

Im Sheriff Kelly Holt. We need to talk.

Its okay, Officer, I paid for the room.

Drumroll, please, he silently requested, satisfied that he was really hitting his stride.

Im sure you did, Mr. Mason. Im more interested in whether you know Richard Sullivan.

Fully awake now, he stood so that he could see her clearly. Khaki uniform, Caribbean blue eyes, Pope County sheriffs badge, natural, no-sweat beauty, pistol on her hip. A shade shorter than his six feet, with honey-colored hair that draped the shoulders of a tanned, athletic body. She was a slap-on-the-cuffs dream come true, but her question flattened the fantasy.

Hes my law partner. Is there a problem?

Id appreciate it if you would come with me. Ill meet you in the lobby in fifteen minutes. You may want to change first.

Mason looked down at his beer-stained T-shirt and gym shorts with a hole where the pocket used to be. He realized he was losing on banter and style points.

Doctors, lawyers, and cops all use the same technique when they give bad news. They tell you a little at a time. Knowledge is power-give it away all at once and the power is gone. Having done the same thing, Mason knew better than to press.

He was ten minutes late but smelled better and looked better in tan chinos, a green polo shirt, and deck shoes. The rest of him fit the clean clothes. Dark, closely trimmed hair and steel gray eyes that his aunt Claire always claimed darkened like thunderheads whenever he was angry. An anonymous flying elbow thrown during a muddy rugby scrum had left him with a speed bump on his nose just below eye level. He was clean shaven at seven a.m. but could expect a five-oclock shadow an hour early. Good orthodontics bred a sincere smile that juries had found persuasive through ten years of practice in his first firm. It had yet to be tested in his new one.

Mason had had some luck and notable failures-his ex-wife, Kate, being foremost-with women. He knew it wasnt politically correct to immediately appraise Kelly as a social prospect, but it filled the time while he waited for her to tell him what was going on.

She showed no more interest in him than in any other out-of-towner shed awakened on the beach, and she wasnt talking. So Mason took the first shot as they pulled away from the resort in her pickup truck.

Listen, we can play twenty questions or you can just tell me what this is all about.

She shifted gears as she kept her eyes on the curving road that snaked away from the lake. A two-way radio crackled with background static. He rested his head against the butt of a shotgun mounted on the rear window.

Kelly chose questions over answers. When did you last see Mr. Sullivan?

Mason rolled the window down and let the truck fill with the muggy morning air. The smell of summer flowers and long grass was a welcome change from midtown traffic.

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