The Lincoln Lawyer: A Novel (10 page)

“Basically.”

“Basically. Okay. That brings us to Sunday morning. What did you do yesterday during the day?”

“I played golf at Riviera, my usual foursome. Started at ten and finished at four. I came home, showered and changed, had
dinner at my mother’s house—you want to know what we had?”

“That won’t be necessary. But later on I probably will need the names of the guys you played golf with. What happened after
dinner?”

“I told my mother I was going to my place but instead I went out.”

I noticed that Levin had started taking notes on a small notebook he had taken out of a pocket.

“What kind of car do you drive?”

“I have two, an oh-four Range Rover I use for taking clients around in and an oh-one Carrera I use for myself.”

“You used the Porsche last night, then?”

“That’s right.”

“Where’d you go?”

“I went over the hill and down into the Valley.”

He said it as though it was a risky move for a Beverly Hills boy to descend into the working-class neighborhoods of the San
Fernando Valley.

“Where did you go?” I asked.

“Ventura Boulevard. I had a drink at Nat’s North and then I went down the street a ways to Morgan’s and I had a drink there,
too.”

“Those places are pickup bars, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes. That’s why I went to them.”

He was matter-of-fact about it and I appreciated his honesty.

“So you were looking for someone. A woman. Anyone in particular, someone you knew?”

“No one in particular. I was looking to get laid, pure and simple.”

“What happened at Nat’s North?”

“What happened was that it was a slow night, so I left. I didn’t even finish my drink.”

“You go there often? Do the bartenders know you?”

“Yeah, they know me. A girl named Paula was working last night.”

“Okay, so it wasn’t working for you there and you left. You drove down to Morgan’s. Why Morgan’s?”

“It’s just another place I go.”

“They know you there?”

“They should. I’m a good tipper. Last night Denise and Janice were behind the bar. They know me.”

I turned to Levin.

“Raul, what is the victim’s name?”

Levin opened his file to pull out a police report but answered before having to look it up.

“Regina Campo. Friends call her Reggie. Twenty-six years old. She told police she’s an actress working as a telephone solicitor.”

“And hoping to retire soon,” Dobbs said.

I ignored him.

“Louis, did you know Reggie Campo before last night?” I asked.

Roulet shrugged.

“Sort of. I’d seen her around the bar scene. But I had never been with her before. I’d never even spoken to her.”

“Had you ever tried?”

“No, I never could really get to her. She always seemed to be with someone or more than one person. I don’t like to have to
penetrate the crowd, you know? My style is to look for the singles.”

“What was different last night?”

“Last night she came to me, that was what was different.”

“Tell us about it.”

“Nothing to tell. I was at the bar at Morgan’s, minding my own business, having a look at the possibilities, and she was at
the other end and she was with some guy. So she wasn’t even on my radar because she looked like she was already taken, you
know?”

“Uh-huh, so what happened?”

“Well, after a while the guy she was with gets up to go take a leak or go outside for a smoke, and as soon as he’s gone she
gets up and slides on down the bar to me and asks if I’m interested. I said I was but what about the guy she’s already with?
She says don’t worry about him, he’ll be out the door by ten and then she’s free the rest of the night. She wrote her address
down for me and said to come by after ten. I told her I’d be there.”

“What did she write the address down on?”

“A napkin, but the answer to your next question is no, I don’t still have it. I memorized the address and threw out the napkin.
I work in real estate. I can remember addresses.”

“About what time was this?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, she said come by at ten. Did you look at your watch at any point to see how long you would have to wait until then?”

“I think it was between eight and nine. As soon as the guy came back in they left.”

“When did you leave the bar?”

“I stayed for a few minutes and then I left. I made one more stop before I went to her place.”

“Where was that?”

“Well, she lived in an apartment in Tarzana so I went up to the Lamplighter. It was on the way.”

“Why?”

“Well, you know, I wanted to see what the possibilities were. You know, see if there was something better out there, something
I didn’t have to wait around for or…”

“Or what?”

He still didn’t finish the thought.

“Take seconds on?”

He nodded.

“Okay, so who’d you talk to at the Lamplighter? Where is that, by the way?”

It was the only place so far I was unfamiliar with.

“It’s on Ventura near White Oak. I didn’t really talk to anybody. It was crowded but there really wasn’t anybody I was interested
in there.”

“The bartenders know you there?”

“No, not really. I don’t go there all that much.”

“You usually get lucky before you hit the third option?”

“Nah, I usually just give up after two.”

I nodded just to buy a little time to think about what else to ask before we got to what happened at the victim’s house.

“How long were you at the Lamplighter?”

“About an hour, I’d say. Maybe a little less.”

“At the bar? How many drinks?”

“Yeah, two drinks at the bar.”

“How many drinks in all did you have last night before getting to Reggie Campo’s apartment?”

“Um, four at the most. Over two, two and a half, hours. I left one drink untouched at Morgan’s.”

“What were you drinking?”

“Martinis. Gray Goose.”

“Did you pay for any of these drinks in any of these places with a credit card?” Levin asked, offering his first question
of the interview.

“No,” Roulet said. “When I go out, I pay cash.”

I looked at Levin and waited to see if he had anything else to ask. He knew more about the case than I did at this moment.
I
wanted to give him free rein to ask what he wanted. He looked at me and nodded. He was good to go.

“Okay,” I said. “What time was it when you got to Reggie’s place?”

“It was twelve minutes to ten. I looked at my watch. I wanted to make sure I didn’t knock on her door early.”

“So what did you do?”

“I waited in the parking lot. She said ten so I waited till ten.”

“Did you see the guy she left Morgan’s with come out?”

“Yeah, I saw him. He came out and left, then I went up.”

“What kind of car was he driving?” Levin asked.

“A yellow Corvette,” Roulet said. “It was a nineties version. I don’t know the exact year.”

Levin nodded. He was finished. I knew he was just trying to get a line on the man who had been in Campo’s apartment before
Roulet. I took the questioning back.

“So he leaves and you go in. What happens?”

“I go in the building and her place is on the second floor. I go up and knock and she answers and I walk in.”

“Hold on a second. I don’t want the shorthand. You went up? How? Stairs, elevator, what? Give us the details.”

“Elevator.”

“Anybody else on it? Anybody see you?”

Roulet shook his head. I signaled him to continue.

“She opened the door a crack, saw it was me and told me to come in. There was a hallway by the front door so it was kind of
a tight space. I walked by her so she could close the door. That’s how come she was behind me. And so I didn’t see it coming.
She had something. She hit me with something and I went down. It got black real fast.”

I was silent while I thought about this, tried to picture it in my mind.

“So before a single thing happened, she just knocked you out? She didn’t say anything, yell anything, just sort of came up
behind and
bang
.”

“That’s right.”

“Okay, then what? What do you remember next?”

“It’s still pretty foggy. I remember waking up and these two guys are sitting on me. Holding me down. And then the police
came. And the paramedics. I was sitting up against the wall and my hands were cuffed and the paramedic put that ammonia or
something under my nose and that’s when I really came out of it.”

“You were still in the apartment?”

“Yeah.”

“Where was Reggie Campo?”

“She was sitting on the couch and another paramedic was working on her face and she was crying and telling the other cop that
I had attacked her. All these lies. That I had surprised her at the door and punched her, that I said I was going to rape
her and then kill her, all these things I didn’t do. And I moved my arms so I could look down at my hands behind my back.
I saw they had my hand in like a plastic bag and I could see blood on my hand, and that’s when I knew the whole thing was
a setup.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“She put blood on my hand to make it look like I did it. But it was my left hand. I’m not left-handed. If I was going to punch
somebody, I’d use my right hand.”

He made a punching gesture with his right hand to illustrate this for me in case I didn’t get it. I got up from my spot and
paced over to the window. It now seemed like I was higher than the sun. I was looking down at the sunset. I felt uneasy about
Roulet’s story. It seemed so far-fetched that it might actually be true. And that bothered me. I was always worried that I
might not recognize innocence. The possibility of it in my job was so rare that I operated with the fear that I wouldn’t be
ready for it when it came. That I would miss it.

“Okay, let’s talk about this for a second,” I said, still facing the sun. “You’re saying that she puts blood on your hand
to set you up. And she puts it on your left. But if she was going to set you up, wouldn’t she put the blood on your right,
since the vast majority
of people out there are right-handed? Wouldn’t she go with the numbers?”

I turned back to the table and got blank stares from everyone.

“You said she opened the door a crack and then let you in,” I said. “Could you see her face?”

“Not all of it.”

“What could you see?”

“Her eye. Her left eye.”

“So did you ever see the right side of her face? Like when you walked in.”

“No, she was behind the door.”

“That’s it!” Levin said excitedly. “She already had the injuries when he got there. She hid it from him, then he steps in
and she clocks him. All the injuries were to the right side of her face and that dictated that she put the blood on his left
hand.”

I nodded as I thought about the logic of this. It seemed to make sense.

“Okay,” I said, turning back to the window and continuing to pace. “I think that’ll work. Now, Louis, you’ve told us you had
seen this woman around the bar scene before but had never been with her. So, she was a stranger. Why would she do this, Louis?
Why would she set you up like you say she did?”

“Money.”

But it wasn’t Roulet who answered. It had been Dobbs. I turned from the window and looked at him. He knew he had spoken out
of turn but didn’t seem to care.

“It’s obvious,” Dobbs said. “She wants money from him, from the family. The civil suit is probably being filed as we speak.
The criminal charges are just the prelude to the suit, the demand for money. That’s what she’s really after.”

I sat back down and looked at Levin, exchanging eye contact.

“I saw a picture of this woman in court today,” I said. “Half her face was pulped. You are saying that’s our defense, that
she did that to herself?”

Levin opened his file and took out a piece of paper. It was a
black-and-white photocopy of the evidence photograph Maggie McPherson had showed me in court. Reggie Campo’s swollen face.
Levin’s source was good but not good enough to get him actual photos. He slid the photocopy across the table to Dobbs and
Roulet.

“We’ll get the real photos in discovery,” I said. “They look worse, a lot worse, and if we go with your story, then the jury—that
is, if this gets to a jury—is going to have to buy that she did that to herself.”

I watched Roulet study the photocopy. If it had been he who attacked Reggie Campo, he showed no tell while studying his handiwork.
He showed nothing at all.

“You know what?” I said. “I like to think I’m a good lawyer and a good persuader when it comes to juries. But even I’m having
trouble believing myself with that story.”

I
t was now Raul Levin’s turn in the conference room. We’d spoken while I had been riding into Century City and eating bites
of roast beef sandwich. I had plugged my cell into the car’s speaker phone and told my driver to put his earbuds in. I’d bought
him an iPod his first week on the job. Levin had given me the basics of the case, just enough to get me through the initial
questioning of my client. Now Levin would take command of the room and go through the case, using the police and evidence
reports to tear Louis Roulet’s version of events to shreds, to show us what the prosecution would have on its side. At least
initially I wanted Levin to be the one to do this because if there was going to be a good guy/bad guy aspect to the defense,
I wanted to be the one Roulet would like and trust. I wanted to be the good guy.

Levin had his own notes in addition to the copies of the police reports he had gotten through his source. It was all material
the defense was certainly entitled to and would receive through the discovery process, but usually it took weeks to get it
through court channels instead of the hours it had taken Levin. As he spoke he held his eyes down on these documents.

“At ten-eleven last night the LAPD communications center received a nine-one-one emergency call from Regina Campo of seventeen-sixty
White Oak Boulevard, apartment two-eleven. She reported an intruder had entered her home and attacked her. Patrol officers
responded and arrived on the premises at ten-seventeen.
Slow night, I guess, because that was pretty quick. Better than average response to a hot shot. Anyway, the patrol officers
were met in the parking lot by Ms. Campo, who said she had fled the apartment after the attack. She informed the officers
that two neighbors named Edward Turner and Ronald Atkins were in her apartment, holding the intruder. Officer Santos proceeded
to the apartment, where he found the suspect intruder, later identified as Mr. Roulet, lying on the floor and in the command
and control of Turner and Atkins.”