〃You want to look at the house？ It's marvelous。〃
〃Maybe some other time。 Let's just talk。〃
6
AT FIVE A。M。 the alarm clock exploded on the new bed table under the new lamp； and was immediately silenced。 Mitch staggered through the dark house and found Hearsay waiting at the back door。 He released him into the backyard and headed for the shower。 Twenty minutes later he found his wife under the covers and kissed her goodbye。 She did not respond。
With no traffic to fight； the office was ten minutes away。 He had decided his day would start at five…thirty； unless someone could top that； then he would be there at five； or four…thirty； or whenever it took to be first。 Sleep was a nuisance。 He would be the first lawyer to arrive at the Bendini Building on this day； and every day until he became a partner。 If it took the others ten years； he could do it in seven。 He would bee the youngest partner in the history of ； he had decided。
The vacant lot next to the Bendini Building had a ten…foot chain…link fence around it and a guard by the gate。 There was a parking place inside with his name spray…painted between the yellow lines。 He stopped by the gate and waited。 The uniformed guard emerged from the darkness and approached the driver's door。 Mitch pushed a button； lowered the window and produced a plastic card with his picture on it。
〃You must be the new man；〃 the guard said as he held the card。
〃Yes。 Mitch McDeere。〃
〃I can read。 I should've known by the car。〃
〃What's your name？〃 Mitch asked。
〃Dutch Hendrix。 Worked for the Memphis Police Department for thirty…three years。〃
〃Nice to meet you； Dutch。〃
〃Yeah。 Same to you。 You start early； don't you？〃
Mitch smiled and took the ID card。 〃No； I thought everyone would be here。〃
Dutch managed a smile。 〃You're the first。 Mr。 Locke will be along shortly。〃
The gate opened and Dutch ordered him through。 He found his name in white on the asphalt and parked the spotless BMW all by itself on the third row from the building。 He grabbed his empty burgundy eel…skin attache case from the rear seat and gently closed the door。 Another guard waited by the rear entrance。 Mitch introduced himself and watched as the door was unlocked。 He checked his watch。 Exactly five…thirty。 He was relieved that this hour was early enough。 The rest of was still asleep。
He nipped on the light switch in his office and laid the attache case on the temporary desk。 He headed for the coffee room down the hall； turning on lights as he went。 The coffeepot was one of those industrial sizes with multi…levels； multi…burners； multi…pots and no apparent instructions on how to operate any of it。 He studied this machine for a moment as he emptied a pack of coffee into the filter。 He poured water through one of the holes in the top and smiled when it began dripping in the right place。
In one corner of his office were three cardboard boxes full of books； files； legal pads and class notes he had accumulated in the previous three years。 He sat the first one on his desk and began removing its contents。 The materials were categorized and placed in neat little piles around the desk。
After two cups of coffee； he found the bar review materials in box number three。 He walked to the window and opened the blinds。 It was still dark。 He did not notice the figure suddenly appear in the doorway。
〃Good morning！〃
Mitch spun from the window and gawked at the man。 〃You scared me；〃 he said； and breathed deeply。
〃I'm sorry。 I'm Nathan Locke。 I don't believe we've met。〃
〃I'm Mitch McDeere。 The new man。〃 They shook hands。
〃Yes； I know。 I apologize for not meeting you earlier。 I was busy during your earlier visits。 I think I saw you at the funerals Monday。〃
Mitch nodded and knew for certain he had never been within a hundred yards of Nathan Locke。 He would have remembered。 It was the eyes； the cold black eyes with layers of black wrinkles around them。 Great eyes。 Unforgettable eyes。 His hair was white and thin on top with thickets around the ears； and the whiteness contrasted sharply with the rest of his face。 When he spoke； the eyes narrowed and the black pupils glowed fiercely。 Sinister eyes。 Knowing eyes。
〃Maybe so；〃 Mitch said； captivated by the most evil face he had ever encountered。 〃Maybe so。〃
〃I see you're an early riser。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Well； good to have you。〃
Nathan Locke withdrew from the doorway and disappeared。 Mitch checked the hall； then closed the door。 No wonder they keep him on the fourth floor away from everyone； he thought。 Now he understood why he didn't meet Nathan Locke before he signed on。 He might have had second thoughts。 Probably hid him from all the prospective recruits。 He had； without a doubt； the most ominous； evil presence Mitch had ever felt。 It was the eyes； he said to himself again； as he propped his feet on the desk and sipped coffee。 The eyes。
As Mitch expected； Nina brought food when she reported at eight…thirty。 She offered Mitch a doughnut； and he took two。 She inquired as to whether she should bring enough food every morning； and Mitch said he thought it would be nice of her。
〃What's that？〃 she asked； pointing at the stacks of files and notes on the desk。
〃That's our project for the day。 We need to get this stuff organized。〃
〃No dictating？〃
〃Not yet。 I meet with Avery in a few minutes。 I need this mess filed away in some order。〃
〃How exciting；〃 she said as she headed for the coffee room。
Avery Tolar was waiting with a thick； expandable file； which he handed to Mitch。 〃This is the Capps file。 Part of it。 Our client's name is Sonny Capps。 He lives in Houston now； but grew up in Arkansas。 Worth about thirty million and keeps his thumb on every penny of it。 His father gave him an old barge line just before he died； and he turned it into the largest towing service on the Mississippi River。 Now he has ships； or boats； as he calls them； all over the world。 We do eighty percent of his legal work； everything but the litigation。 He wants to set up another limited partnership to purchase another fleet of tankers； this one from the family of some dead Chink in Hong Kong。 Capps is usually the general partner； and he'll bring in as many as twenty…five limited partners to spread the risk and pool their resources。
This deal is worth about sixty…five million。 I've done several limited partnerships for him and they're all different； all plicated。 And he is extremely difficult to deal with。 He's a perfectionist and thinks he knows more than I do。 You will not be talking to him。 In fact； no one here talks to him but me。 That file is a portion of the last partnership I did for him。 It contains； among other things； a prospectus； an agreement to form a partnership； letters of intent； disclosure statements and the limited partnership agreement itself。 Read every word of it。 Then I want you to prepare a rough draft of the partnership agreement for this venture。〃
The file suddenly grew heavier。 Perhaps five…thirty was not early enough。
The partner continued。 〃We have about forty days； according to Capps； so we're already behind。 Marty Kozinski was helping with this one； and as soon as I review his file I'll give it to you。 Any questions？〃
〃What about the research？〃
〃Most of it is current； but you'll need to update it。 Capps earned over nine million last year and paid a pittance in taxes。 He doesn't believe in paying taxes； and holds me personally responsible for every dime that's sent in。 It's all legal； of course； but my point is that this is high…pressure work。 Millions of dollars in investment and tax savings are at stake。 The venture will be scrutinized by the governments of at least three countries。 So be careful。〃
Mitch flipped through the documents。 〃How many hours a day do I work on this？〃
〃As many as possible。 I know the bar exam is important； but so is Sonny Capps。 He paid us almost a half a million last year in legal fees。〃
〃I'll get it done。〃
〃I know you will。 As I told you； your rate is one hundred an hour。 Nina will go over the time records with you today。 Remember； don't ignore the billing。〃
〃How could I forget？〃
Oliver Lambert and Nathan Locke stood before the metal door on the fifth floor and stared at the camera above。 Something clicked loudly and the door opened。 A guard nodded。 DeVasher waited in his office。
〃Good morning； Ollie；〃 he said quietly while ignoring the other partner。
〃What's the latest？〃 Locke snapped in DeVasher's direction without looking at him。
〃From where？〃 DeVasher asked calmly。
〃Chicago。〃〃
〃They're very anxious up there； Nat。 Regardless of what you believe； they don't like to get their hands dirty。 And； frankly； they just don't understand why they have to。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃They're asking some tough questions； like why can't we keep our people in line？〃
〃And what're you telling them？〃
〃That everything's okay。 Wonderful。 The great Bendini firm is solid。 The leaks have been plugged。 Business as usual。 No problems。〃
〃How much damage did they do？〃 asked Oliver Lambert。
〃We're not sure。 We'll never be sure； but I don't think they ever