The Brass Verdict by Michael Connelly Read Free Book Online

them down right now.”
    The older man stood up and came toward me. I started pulling the court order from my jacket again.
    “My name is—”
    “I know who you are,” the detective said. “But I still don’t know what you’re doing here.”
    I handed him the court order.
    “Then, this should explain it. I’ve been appointed by the chief judge of the superior court as replacement counsel to Jerry Vincent’s clients. That means his cases are now my cases. And you have no right to be in here looking through files. That is a clear violation of my clients’ right to protection against unlawful search and seizure. These files contain privileged attorney-client communications and information.”
    The detective didn’t bother looking at the paperwork. He quickly flipped through it to the signature and seal on the last page. He didn’t seem all that impressed.
    “Vincent’s been murdered,” he said. “The motive could be sitting in one of these files. The identity of the killer could be in one of them. We have to—”
    “No, you don’t. What you have to do is get out of this file room right now.”
    The detective didn’t move a muscle.
    “I consider this part of a crime scene,” he said. “It’s you who has to leave.”
    “Read the order, Detective. I’m not going anywhere. Your crime scene is out in the garage, and no judge in L.A. would let you extend it to this office and these files. It’s time for you to leave and for me to take care of my clients.”
    He made no move to read the court order or to vacate the premises.
    “If I leave,” he said, “I’m going to shut this place down and seal it.”
    I hated getting into pissing matches with cops but sometimes there was no choice.
    “You do that and I’ll have it unsealed in an hour. And you’ll be standing in front of the chief judge of the superior court explaining how you trampled on the rights of every one of Vincent’s clients. You know, depending on how many clients we’re talking about, that might be a record — even for the LAPD.”
    The detective smiled at me like he was mildly amused by my threats. He held up the court order.
    “You say this gives you all of these cases?”
    “That’s right, for now.”
    “The entire law practice?”
    “Yes, but each client will decide whether to stick with me or find someone else.”
    “Well, I guess that puts you on our list.”
    “What list?”
    “Our suspect list.”
    “That’s ridiculous. Why would I be on it?”
    “You just told us why. You inherited all of the victim’s clients. That’s got to amount to some sort of a financial windfall, doesn’t it? He’s dead and you get the whole business. Think that’s enough motivation for murder? Care to tell us where you were last night between eight and midnight?”
    He grinned at me again without any warmth, giving me that cop’s practiced smile of judgment. His brown eyes were so dark I couldn’t see the line between iris and pupil. Like shark eyes, they didn’t seem to carry or reflect any light.
    “I’m not even going to begin to explain how ludicrous that is,” I said. “But for starters you can check with the judge and you’ll find out that I didn’t even know I was in line for this.”
    “So you say. But don’t worry, we’ll be checking you out completely.”
    “Good. Now please leave this room or I make the call to the judge.”
    The detective stepped back to the table and took his jacket off the chair. He carried it rather than put it on. He picked a file up off the table and brought it toward me. He shoved it into my chest until I took it from him.
    “Here’s one of your new files back, Counselor. Don’t choke on it.”
    He stepped through the door, and his partner went with him. I followed them out into the office and decided to take a shot at reducing the tension. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time I saw them.
    “Look, detectives, I’m sorry it’s like this. I try to have a good relationship with