No Way Out

‘We’re not asking you to do that, all we’re ask—’

‘I know what you’re asking. But the fact of the matter is I’m not convinced that anyone in your criminal law department is in a better position to help him than me.’

Webster leaned forward again, unable to contain himself any longer.

‘But we have the resources to—’

‘Then let’s pool our resources,’ said Alex.

This silenced them for a few seconds.

‘What do you mean?’ asked Levine, the only man in the room with the gravitas to break the silence, or the moral courage to meet Alex’s eyes.

‘I’m offering you second seat.’

Webster’s intensity flared up again.

‘We’re not asking for second seat. We want you to—’

Again, Levine’s hand silenced his partner.

‘Could you elaborate?’

‘Yes. Let’s work on this case together, with me as point man and your formidable resources to back me up. You pick your best man – or woman – to take second seat to report back to you.’

‘But you lead?’ said Levine, half-question, half-statement.

‘I take first seat,’ Alex confirmed in a tone of finality that made it clear that this position was not open to debate.

A cheerful smile graced Aaron Levine’s face, changing the mood for almost everyone.

‘I think we can live with that,’ he said, looking at Webster in a way that demanded his agreement. Webster nodded, his face taut to maintain its neutrality.

‘Good. Then I guess we can roll up our sleeves and get on with it.’

The tension was collectively released from the lungs of those present and the awkward smiles spread like a contagion round the table.

‘I think it stinks,’ said Joanne Gale, a woman in her late thirties, sitting forward to meet Webster’s eyes. She was the only women partner in the firm.

‘Why?’ asked Webster.

‘You know why. The man is a rapist.’

‘A rape suspect!’ Webster corrected. And it’s never bothered you before.’

This was true. The firm had defended rape suspects before. Indeed Jo herself had taken first seat in several rape defenses – and in some of those cases there was little room to doubt the guilt of the accused.

‘This is different. He’s done it before.’

‘And he’s served his sentence,’ said Alex. ‘But that doesn’t make him guilty this time. He’s not the same man now that he was then.’

‘He got off lightly last time.’

‘That’s not for us to judge.’

This was Webster again. Everyone else remained silent, including Alex. It was tempting to speak up in defense of Claymore, or even to lecture this woman on the finer points of legal ethics. But it wasn’t his job. If she had a problem with Levine and Webster being involved in Claymore’s defense, that was between her and her colleagues.

Again, it was left to Aaron Levine to break the silence. ‘Do we have a hope in hell of winning? There’s not much kudos in losing a high profile case.’

The other partners looked down or away, anything to withdraw from this pragmatic way of looking at the issue. Alex realized that the question was directed at him. He met the old man’s eyes.

‘It’s going to be an uphill struggle.’

‘How steep is the hill?’

Alex thought about this for a moment.

‘There’s a lot of evidence for us to refute – not to mention that we still have to overcome the effect of Claymore’s past. It won’t be easy. The problem is I can’t desanctify the victim without seeming like a bully.’

‘Desanctify the victim?’ Levine echoed softly.

Jo Gale spoke into the silence that followed, ‘A euphemism for character assassination used by sleazy shysters who like helping rapists and wife-killers beat the rap.’

Alex smiled, not in mockery, but out of respect for Jo Gale’s feisty attitude.

‘I prefer to think of it as leveling the playing field after the D.A.’s finished milking the sympathy of the jury for all it’s worth.’

‘Well if you can’t “desanctify the victim”,’ asked Jo Gale, ‘how do you propose to level the playing field?’

‘By making Claymore seem harmless.’

‘And how do you propose to do that?’

Alex looked around the table to gauge the mood. It was obvious that no one else had anything more to say. This was turning into a grudge match between himself and Jo Gale.

‘That’s very simple. A picture paints a thousand words.’

She rested her elbows on the oval table, and leaned forward, meeting Alex’s eyes implacably.

‘And how do you propose to paint a picture for the jury?’

‘By putting an attractive woman next to Claymore. She doesn’t have to say a word on his behalf, just sit there looking comfortable and relaxed. That’s all it takes.’

Jo recoiled. It was an actual, physical retreat.

‘You can forget it, Mr Sedaka,’ said Jo. ‘’Cause it ain’t gonna happen.’

Alex had to fight hard to resist the urge to smile.