A Time to Kill by John Grisham Read Free Book Online

talked about him even more, so he drank even more.
    Between 1966 and 1978 Lucien hired and disposed of eleven associates. He hired blacks, Jews, Hispanics, women, and not one kept the pace he demanded. He was a tyrant around the office, constantly cursing and berating the young lawyers. Some quit the first month. One lasted two years. It was difficult to accept Lucien’s craziness. He had the money to be eccentric—his associates did not.
    He hired Jake in 1978 fresh from law school. Jake was from Karaway, a small town of twenty-five hundred, eighteen miles west of Clanton. He was clean-cut, conservative, a devout Presbyterian with a pretty wife who wanted babies. Lucien hired him to see if he could corrupt him. Jake took the job with strong reservations because he had no other offers close to home.
    A year later Lucien was disbarred. It was a tragedy for those very few who liked him. The small union at the shoe factory north of town had called a strike. It was a union Lucien had organized and represented. The factory began hiring new workers to replace the strikers, and violence followed. Lucien appeared on the picket line to rally his people. He was drunker than normal. A group of scabs attempted to cross the line and a brawl erupted. Lucien led the charge, was arrested and jailed. He was convicted in city court of assault and battery and dis orderly conduct. He appealed and lost, appealed and lost.
    The State Bar Association had grown weary of Lucien over the years. No other attorney in the state hadreceived as many complaints as had Lucien Wil banks. Private reprimands, public reprimands, and suspensions had all been used, all to no avail. The Complaints Tribunal and Disciplinary Committee moved swiftly. He was disbarred for outrageous conduct unbecoming a member of the bar. He appealed and lost, appealed and lost.
    He was devastated. Jake was in Lucien’s office, the big office upstairs, when word came from Jackson that the Supreme Court had upheld the disbarment. Lucien hung up the phone and walked to the doors overlooking the square. Jake watched him closely, waiting for the tirade. But Lucien said nothing. He walked slowly down the stairs, stopped and stared at Ethel, who was crying, and then looked at Jake. He opened the door and said, “Take care of this place. I’ll see you later.”
    They ran to the front window and watched him speed away from the square in his ragged old Porsche. For several months there was no word from him. Jake labored diligently on Lucien’s cases while Ethel kept the office from chaos. Some of the cases were settled, some left for other lawyers, some went to trial.
    Six months later Jake returned to his office after a long day in court and found Lucien asleep on the Persian rug in the big office. “Lucien! Are you all right?” he asked.
    Lucien jumped up and sat in the big leather chair behind the desk. He was sober, tanned, relaxed.
    “Jake, my boy, how are you?” he asked warmly.
    “Fine, just fine. Where have you been?”
    “Cayman Islands.”
    “Doing what?”
    “Drinking rum, lying on the beach, chasing little native girls.”
    “Sounds like fun. Why did you leave?”
    “It got boring.”
    Jake sat across the desk. “It’s good to see you, Lucien.”
    “Good to see you, Jake. How are things around here?”
    “Hectic. But okay, I guess.”
    “Did you settle Medley?”
    “Yeah. They paid eighty thousand.”
    “That’s very good. Was he happy?”
    “Yes, seemed to be.”
    “Did Cruger go to trial?”
    Jake looked at the floor. “No, he hired Fredrix. I think it’s set for trial next month.”
    “I should’ve talked to him before I left.”
    “He’s guilty, isn’t he?”
    “Yes, very. It doesn’t matter who represents him. Most defendants are guilty. Remember that.” Lucien walked to the French doors and gazed at the courthouse. “What are your plans, Jake?”
    “I’d like to stay here. What are your plans?”
    “You’re a good man, Jake, and I want