“That’s for the courts to decide. Her father won’t talk to Jesse Quiller, so I’ll have to find some other attorney.”
“But Jesse’s perfect. Why won’t he talk to him?”
David hesitated. “He wants me to defend her.”
“But you told him you can’t, of course.”
“Of course.”
“Then—?”
“He won’t listen.”
“What did he say, David?”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“What did he say?”
David replied slowly, “He said that I trusted him enough to put my mother’s life in his hands, and he saved her, and now he was trusting me enough to put his daughter’s life in my hands, and he is asking me to save her.”
Sandra was studying his face. “Do you think you could?”
“I don’t know. Kincaid doesn’t want me to take the case. If I did take it, I could lose the partnership.”
“Oh.”
There was a long silence.
When he spoke, David said, “I have a choice. I can say no to Dr. Patterson and become a partner in the firm, or I can defend his daughter and probably go on an unpaid leave, and see what happens afterward.”
Sandra was listening quietly.
“There are people much better qualified to handle Ashley’s case, but for some damn reason, her father won’t hear of anyone else. I don’t know why he’s so stubborn about it, but he is. If I take the case and I don’t get the partnership, we’ll have to forget about moving. We’ll have to forget about a lot of our plans, Sandra.”
Sandra said softly, “I remember before we were married, you told me about him. He was one of the busiest doctors in the world, but he found time to help a penniless young boy. He was your hero, David. You said that if we ever had a son, you would want him to grow up to be like Steven Patterson.”
David nodded.
“When do you have to decide?”
“I’m seeing Kincaid first thing in the morning.”
Sandra took his hand and said, “You don’t need that much time. Dr. Patterson saved your mother. You’re going to save his daughter.” She looked around and smiled. “Anyway, we can always do this apartment over in blue and white.”
Jesse Quiller was one of the top criminal defense attorneys in the country. He was a tall, rugged man with a homespun touch that made jurors identify with him. They felt that he was one of them, and they wanted to help him. That was one of the reasons he seldom lost a case. The other reasons were that he had a photographic memory and a brilliant mind.
Instead of vacationing, Quiller used his summers to teach law, and years earlier David had been one of his pupils. When David graduated, Quiller invited him to join his criminal law firm, and two years later, David had become a partner. David loved practicing criminal law and excelled at it. He made sure that at least 10 percent of his cases were pro bono. Three years after becoming a partner, David had abruptly resigned and gone to work for Kincaid, Turner, Rose & Ripley to practice corporate law.
Over the years, David and Quiller had remained close friends. They, and their wives, had dinner together once a week.
Jesse Quiller had always fancied tall, sylphlike, sophisticated blondes. Then he had met Emily and fallen in love with her. Emily was a prematurely gray dumpling of a woman, from an Iowa farm—the exact opposite of other women Quiller had dated. She was a caretaker, mother earth. They made an unlikely couple, but the marriage worked because they were deeply in love with each other.
Every Tuesday, the Singers and the Quillers had dinner and then played a complicated card game called Liverpool.
When Sandra and David arrived at the Quillers’ beautiful home on Hayes Street, Jesse met them at the door.
He gave Sandra a hug and said, “Come in. We’ve got the champagne on ice. It’s a big day for you, huh? The new penthouse and the partnership. Or is it the partnership and the penthouse?”
David and Sandra looked at each other.
“Emily’s in the kitchen fixing a celebration dinner.” He looked at their faces. “I think it’s a celebration dinner. Am I missing something?”