"The base salary is eighty thousand for the first year. When you pa.s.s the bar exam you receive a five-thousand-dollar raise. Not a bonus, but a raise. The exam is given sometime in August and you"ll spend most of your summer reviewing for it. We have our own bar study courses and you"ll receive extensive tutoring from some of the partners. This is done primarily on firm time. As you know, most firms put you to work and expect you to study on your own time. Not us. No a.s.sociate of this firm has ever flunked the bar exam, and we"re not worried about you breaking with tradition. Eighty thousand initially, up to eighty-five in six months. Once you"ve been here a year, you"ll be raised to ninety thousand, plus you"ll get a bonus each December based on the profits and performance during the prior twelve months. Last year the average bonus for a.s.sociates was nine thousand. As you know, profit sharing with a.s.sociates is extremely rare for law firms. Any questions about the salary?"
"What happens after the second year?"
"Your base salary is raised about ten percent a year until you become a partner. Neither the raises nor the bonuses are guaranteed. They are based on performance."
"Fair enough."
"As you know, it is very important to us that you buy a home. It adds stability and prestige and we"re very concerned about these things, especially with our a.s.sociates. The firm provides a low-interest mortgage loan, thirty years, fixed rate, nona.s.sumable should you decide to sell in a few years. It"s a one-shot deal, available only for your first home. After that you"re on your own."
"What kind of rate?"
"As low as possible without running afoul with the IRS. Current market rate is around ten, ten and a half. We should be able to get you a rate of seven to eight percent. We represent some banks, and they a.s.sist us. With this salary, you"ll have no trouble qualifying. In fact, the firm will sign on as a guarantor if necessary."
"That"s very generous, Mr. McKnight."
"It"s important to us. And we don"t lose any money on the deal. Once you find a house, our real estate section handles everything. All you have to do is move in."
"What about the BMW?"
Mr. McKnight chuckled. "We started that about ten years ago and it"s proved to be quite an inducement. It"s very simple. You pick out a BMW, one of the smaller ones, we lease it for three years and give you the keys. We pay for tags, insurance, maintenance. At the end of three years you can buy it from the leasing company for the fair market value. It"s also a one-shot deal."
"That"s very tempting."
"We know."
Mr. McKnight looked at his legal pad. "We provide complete medical and dental coverage for the entire family. Pregnancies, checkups, braces, everything. Paid entirely by the firm."
Mitch nodded, but was not impressed. This was standard.
"We have a retirement plan second to none. For every dollar you invest, the firm matches it with two, provided, however, you invest at least ten percent of your base pay. Let"s say you start at eighty, and the first year you set aside eight thousand. The firm kicks in sixteen, so you"ve got twenty-four after the first year. A money pro in New York handles it and last year our retirement earned nineteen percent. Not bad. Invest for twenty years and you"re a millionaire at forty-five, just off retirement. One stipulation: If you bail out before twenty years, you lose everything but the money you put in, with no income earned on that money."
"Sounds rather harsh."
"No, actually it"s rather generous. Find me another firm or company matching two-to-one. There are none, to my knowledge. It"s our way of taking care of ourselves. Many of our partners retire at fifty, some at forty-five. We have no mandatory retirement, and some work into their sixties and seventies. To each his own. Our goal is simply to ensure a generous pension and make early retirement an option."
"How many retired partners do you have?"
"Twenty or so. You"ll see them around here from time to time. They like to come in and have lunch and a few keep office s.p.a.ce. Did Lamar cover vacations?"
"Yes."
"Good. Book early, especially for Vail and the Caymans. You buy the air fare, but the condos are free. We do a lot of business in the Caymans and from time to time we"ll send you down for two or three days and write the whole thing off. Those trips are not counted as vacation, and you"ll get one every year or so. We work hard, Mitch, and we recognize the value of leisure."
Mitch nodded his approval and dreamed of lying on a sun-drenched beach in the Caribbean, sipping on a pina colada and watching string bikinis.
"Did Lamar mention the signing bonus?"
"No, but it sounds interesting."
"If you join our firm we hand you a check for five thousand. We prefer that you spend the bulk of it on a new wardrobe. After seven years of jeans and flannel shirts, your inventory of suits is probably low, and we realize it. Appearance is very important to us. We expect our attorneys to dress sharp and conservative. There"s no dress code, but you"ll get the picture."
Did he say five thousand dollars? For clothes? Mitch currently owned two suits, and he was wearing one of them. He kept a straight face and did not smile.
"Any questions?"
"Yes. The large firms are infamous for being sweatshops where the a.s.sociates are flooded with tedious research and locked away in some library for the first three years. I want no part of that. I don"t mind doing my share of research and I realize I will be the low man on the pole. But I don"t want to research and write briefs for the entire firm. I"d like to work with real clients and their real problems."
Mr. McKnight listened intently and waited with his rehea.r.s.ed answer. "I understand, Mitch. You"re right, it is a real problem in the big firms. But not here. For the first three months you"ll do little but study for the bar exam. When that"s over, you begin practicing law. You"ll be a.s.signed to a partner, and his clients will become your clients. You"ll do most of his research and, of course, your own, and occasionally you"ll be asked to a.s.sist someone else with the preparation of a brief or some research. We want you happy. We take pride in our zero turnover rate, and we go the extra mile to keep careers on track. If you can"t get along with your partner, we"ll find another one. If you discover you don"t like tax, we"ll let you try securities or banking. It"s your decision. The firm will soon invest a lot of money in Mitch McDeere, and we want him to be productive."
Mitch sipped his coffee and searched for another question. Mr. McKnight glanced at his checklist.
"We pay all moving expenses to Memphis."
"That won"t be much. Just a small rental truck."
"Anything else, Mitch?"
"No, sir. I can"t think of anything."
The checklist was folded and placed in the file. The partner rested both elbows on the table and leaned forward. "Mitch, we"re not pushing, but we need an answer as soon as possible. If you go elsewhere, we must then continue to interview. It"s a lengthy process, and we"d like our new man to start by July 1."
"Ten days soon enough?"
"That"s fine. Say by March 30?"
"Sure, but I"ll contact you before then." Mitch excused himself, and found Lamar waiting in the hall outside McKnight"s office. They agreed on seven for dinner.
3.
There were no law offices on the fifth floor of the Bendini Building. The partners" dining room and kitchen occupied the west end, some unused and unpainted storage rooms sat locked and empty in the center, then a thick concrete wall sealed off the remaining third of the floor. A small metal door with a b.u.t.ton beside it and a camera over it hung in the center of the wall and opened into a small room where an armed guard watched the door and monitored a wall of closed-circuit screens. A hallway zigzagged through a maze of cramped offices and workrooms where an a.s.sortment of characters went secretly about their business of watching and gathering information. The windows to the outside were sealed with paint and covered with blinds. The sunlight stood no chance of penetrating the fortress.
DeVasher, head of security, occupied the largest of the small, plain offices. The lone certificate on his bare walls recognized him for thirty years of dedicated service as a detective with the New Orleans Police Department. He was stocky with a slight belly, thick shoulders and chest and a huge, perfectly round head that smiled with great reluctance. His wrinkled shirt was mercifully unb.u.t.toned at the collar, allowing his bulging neck to sag unrestricted. A thick polyester tie hung on the coatrack with a badly worn blazer.
Monday morning after the McDeere visit, Oliver Lambert stood before the small metal door and stared at the camera over it. He pushed the b.u.t.ton twice, waited and was finally cleared through security. He walked quickly through the cramped hallway and entered the cluttered office. DeVasher blew smoke from a Dutch Masters into a smokeless ashtray and shoved papers in all directions until wood was visible on his desk.
"Mornin", Ollie. I guess you want to talk about McDeere."
DeVasher was the only person in the Bendini Building who called him Ollie to his face.
"Yes, among other things."
"Well, he had a good time, was impressed with the firm, liked Memphis okay and will probably sign on."
"Where were your people?"
"We had the rooms on both sides at the hotel. His room was wired, of course, as was the limo and the phone and everything else. The usual, Ollie."
"Let"s get specific."
"Okay. Thursday night they checked in late and went to bed. Little discussion. Friday night he told her all about the firm, the offices, the people, said you were a real nice man. I thought you"d like that."
"Get on with it."
"Told her about the fancy dining room and his little lunch with the partners. Gave her the specifics on the offer and they were ecstatic. Much better than his other offers. She wants a home with a driveway and a sidewalk and trees and a backyard. He said she could have one."
"Any problems with the firm?"
"Not really. He commented on the absence of blacks and women, but it didn"t seem to bother him."
"What about his wife?"
"She had a ball. She likes the town, and she and Quin"s wife hit it off. They looked at houses Friday afternoon, and she saw a couple she liked."
"You get any addresses?"
"Of course, Ollie. Sat.u.r.day morning they called the limo and rode all over town. Very impressed with the limo. Our driver stayed away from the bad sections, and they looked at more houses. I think they decided on one. 1231 East Meadowbrook. It"s empty. Realtor by the name of Betsy Bell walked them through it. Asking one-forty, but will take less. Need to move it."
"That"s a nice part of town. How old is the house?"
"Ten, fifteen years. Three thousand square feet. Sort of a colonial-looking job. It"s nice enough for one of your boys, Ollie."
"Are you sure that"s the one they want?"
"For now anyway. They discussed maybe coming back in a month or so to look at some more. You might want to fly them back as soon as they accept. That"s normal procedure, ain"t it?"
"Yes. We"ll handle that. What about the salary?"
"Most impressed. Highest one so far. They talked and talked about the money. Salary, retirement, mortgage, BMW, bonus, everything. They couldn"t believe it. Kids must really be broke."
"They are. You think we got him, huh?"
"I"d bet on it. He said once that the firm may not be as prestigious as the ones on Wall Street, but the lawyers were just as qualified and a lot nicer. I think he"ll sign on, yeah."
"Any suspicions?"
"Not really. Quin evidently told him to stay away from Locke"s office. He told his wife that no one ever went in there but some secretaries and a handful of partners. But he said Quin said Locke was eccentric and not that friendly. I don"t think he"s suspicious, though. She said the firm seemed concerned about some things that were none of its business."
"Such as?"
"Personal matters. Children, working wives, etc. She seemed a bit irritated, but I think it was more of an observation. She told Mitch Sat.u.r.day morning that she would be d.a.m.ned if any bunch of lawyers would tell her when to work and when to have babies. But I don"t think it"s a problem."
"Does he realize how permanent this place is?"
"I think so. There was no mention of putting in a few years and moving on. I think he got the message. He wants to be a partner, like all of them. He"s broke and wants the money."
"What about the dinner at my place?"
"They were nervous, but had a good time. Very impressed with your place. Really liked your wife."
"s.e.x?"
"Every night. Sounded like a honeymoon in there."
"What"d they do?"
"We couldn"t see, remember. Sounded normal. Nothing kinky. I thought of you and how much you like pictures, and I kept telling myself we should"ve rigged up some cameras for old Ollie."
"Shut up, DeVasher."
"Maybe next time."
They were silent as DeVasher looked at a notepad. He stubbed his cigar in the ashtray and smiled to himself.
"All in all," he said, "it"s a strong marriage. They seemed to be very intimate. Your driver said they held hands all weekend. Not a cross word for three days. That"s pretty good, ain"t it? But who am I? I"ve been married three times myself."
"That"s understandable. What about children?"
"Couple of years. She wants to work some, then get pregnant."
"What"s your opinion of this guy?"
"Very good, very decent young man. Also very ambitious. I think he"s driven and he won"t quit until he"s at the top. He"ll take some chances, bend some rules if necessary."
Ollie smiled. "That"s what I wanted to hear."
"Two phone calls. Both to her mother in Kentucky. Nothing remarkable."
"What about his family?"
"Never mentioned."
"No word on Ray?"
"We"re still looking, Ollie. Give us some time."
DeVasher closed the McDeere file and opened another, much thicker one. Lambert rubbed his temples and stared at the floor. "What"s the latest?" he asked softly.
"It"s not good, Ollie. I"m convinced Hodge and Kozinski are working together now. Last week the FBI got a warrant and checked Kozinski"s house. Found our wiretaps. They told him his house was bugged, but of course they don"t know who did it. Kozinski tells Hodge last Friday while they"re hiding in the third-floor library. We got a bug nearby, and we pick up bits and pieces. Not much, but we know they talked about the wiretaps. They"re convinced everything is bugged, and they suspect us. They"re very careful where they talk."
"Why would the FBI bother with a search warrant?"
"Good question. Probably for our benefit. To make things look real legal and proper. They respect us."
"Which agent?"
"Tarrance. He"s in charge, evidently."