MISS GLICK SOUNDED a bit rattled1 over the intercom. "There are two of them, Clay," she said, almost in a whisper. "FBI."
Those new at the mass tort game look often over their shoulders, as if what they're doing should somehow be illegal. With time, though, their hides grow so thick they think of themselves as Teflon. Clay jumped at the mere2 mention of the "FBI," then chuckled3 at his own cowardice4. He'd certainly done nothing wrong.
They were straight from central casting; two young clean-cut agents whipping out badges and trying to impress anyone who might be watching. The black one was Agent Spooner and the white one was Agent Lohse. Pronounced LOOSH. They unbuttoned their jackets at the same time as they settled into chairs in the power corner of Clay's office.
"Do you know a man by the name of Martin Grace?" Spooner began.
"No."
"Mike Packer?" asked Lohse.
"No."
"Nelson Martin?"
"No."
"Max Pace?"
"Yes."
"They're all the same person," Spooner said. "Any idea where he might be?"
"No."
"When did you see him last?"
Clay walked to his desk, grabbed a calendar, then returned to his chair. He stalled as he tried to organize his thoughts. He did not, under any circumstances, have to answer their questions. He could ask them to leave at any time and come back when he had a lawyer present. If they mentioned Tarvan, then he would call a halt. "Not sure," he said, flipping5 pages. "It's been several months. Sometime in mid-February."
Lohse was the record keeper; Spooner the interrogator6. "Where did you meet him?"
"Dinner, in his hotel."
"Which hotel?"
"I don't remember. Why are you interested in Max Pace?"
A quick glance between the two. Spooner continued: "This is part of an SEC investigation7. Pace has a history of securities fraud, insider trading. Do you know his background?"
"Not really. He was pretty vague."
"How and why did you meet him?"
Clay tossed the calendar on the coffee table. "Let's say it was a business deal."
"Most of his business partners go to jail. You'd better think of something else."
"That'll do for now. Why are you here?"
"We're checking out witnesses. We know he spent some time in D.C. We know he visited you on Mustique last Christmas. We know that in January he short sold a chunk8 of Goffman for sixty-two and a quarter a share the day before you filed your big lawsuit9. Bought it back at forty-nine, made himself several million. We think he had access to a confidential10 government report on a certain Goffman drug called Maxatil, and he used that information to commit securities fraud."
"Anything else?"
Lohse stopped writing and said, "Did you short sell Goffman before you filed suit?"
"I did not."
"Have you ever owned Goffman's stock?"
"No."
"Any family members, law partners, shell corporations, offshore11 funds controlled by you?"
"No, no, no."
Lohse put his pen in his pocket. Good cops keep their first meetings brief. Let the witness/target/subject sweat and maybe do something foolish. The second one would be much longer.
They stood and headed for the door. "If you hear from Pace, we'd like to know about it," Spooner said.
"Don't count on it," Clay said. He could never betray Pace because they shared so many secrets.
"Oh, we're counting on it, Mr. Carter. Next visit we'll talk about Ackerman Labs."
AFTER TWO YEARS AND $8 billion in cash settlements, Healthy Living threw in the towel. The company, in its opinion, had made a good-faith effort to remedy the nightmare of its Skinny Ben diet pill. It had tried valiantly12 to compensate13 the half million or so injured people who had relied upon its aggressive advertising14 and lack of full disclosure and taken the drug. It had patiently weathered the frenzied15 shark attacks by the mass tort lawyers. It had made them rich.
Tattered16, shrunken, and hanging on by its fingernails, the company got hammered again and simply couldn't take anymore. The final straw was two wildcat class actions filed by even shadier lawyers who represented several thousand "patients" who used Skinny Bens but with no adverse17 effects. They wanted millions in compensation simply because they had consumed the pill, were now worried about it, and might continue to worry about it in the future, thus wrecking18 their already fragile emotional health.
Healthy Living filed for bankruptcy19 protection under Chapter 11 and walked away from the mess. Three of its divisions were on the block, and soon the company itself would cease to exist. It flipped20 the bird to all the lawyers and all their clients and left the building.
The news was a surprise to the financial community, but no group was more shocked than the mass tort bar. They had finally strangled the golden goose. Oscar Mulrooney saw it online at his desk and locked his door. Under his visionary planning, the firm had spent $2.2
million in advertising and medical testing, which had so far yielded 215 legitimate21 Skinny Ben clients. At an average settlement of $180,000, the cases were worth at least $15 million in attorneys' fees, which would be the basis of his much anticipated year-end bonus.
In the past three months, he'd been unable to get his claims approved by the class-action administrator22. There were rumors23 of dissension among the countless24 lawyers and consumer groups. Others were having trouble getting the money that was supposedly available.
Sweating, he worked the phone for an hour, calling other lawyers in the class, trying to get through to the administrator, then the Judge. His worst fears were confirmed by a lawyer in Nashville, one with several hundred cases, all filed ahead of Oscar's. "We're screwed," the lawyer said. "HL has liabilities four times that of its assets, and there is no cash. We're screwed."
Oscar composed himself, straightened his tie, buttoned his sleeves, put on his jacket, and went to tell Clay.
An hour later he prepared a letter to each of his 215 clients. He gave them no false hope. Things indeed looked bleak25. The firm would closely monitor the bankruptcy and the company. It would aggressively pursue all possible means of compensation.
But there was little reason to be optimistic.
Two days later, Nora Tackett received her letter. Because the mailman knew her, he knew that she had changed addresses. Nora now lived in a new doublewide trailer closer to town. She was at home, as always, probably watching soap operas on her new wide-screen, eating low-fat cookies, when he placed a letter from a law firm, three bills, and some sales flyers in her box. She had been receiving lots of mail from the lawyers in D.C., and everybody in Larkin knew why. At first her settlement from that diet pill company was rumored26 to be $100,000, then she told somebody at the bank that it might get closer to $200,000. It jumped again as it got talked about around Larkin.
Earl Jeter, south of town, sold her the new trailer on the news that she was getting close to half a million, and getting it fast. Plus, her sister, MaryBeth, had signed the ninety-day note.
The mailman knew for a fact that the money was causing all sorts of problems for Nora. Every Tackett in the county called her for bail27 money when there was an arrest. Her kids, or the kids she was raising, were being picked on at school because their mother was so fat and so rich. Their father, a man unseen in those parts for the past two years, was back in town. He told folks at the barbershop that Nora was the sweetest woman he'd ever been married to. Her father had threatened to kill him, and that was another reason she stayed inside with the doors locked.
But most of her bills were past due. As recently as last Friday someone at the bank supposedly said that there had been no sign of any settlement. Where was Nora's money? That was the big question in Larkin, Virginia.
Maybe it was in the envelope.
She waddled28 out an hour later, after making sure no one was nearby. She removed the mail from the box, hustled29 back into the trailer. Her calls to Mr. Mulrooney were not returned. His secretary said he was out of town.
THE MEETING OCCURRED LATE at night, just as Clay was leaving his office. It began with unpleasant business and did not improve.
Crittle walked in with a sour face and announced, "Our liability insurance carrier is notifying us that they are canceling coverage30."
"What!" Clay yelled.
"You heard me."
"Why are you telling me now? I'm late for dinner."
"I've been talking to them all day."
A brief time-out while Clay flung his jacket on the sofa and walked to the window. "Why?" he asked.
"They've evaluated your practice and they don't like what they see. Twenty-four thousand Maxatil cases scare them. There's too much exposure if something goes wrong. Their ten million could be a drop in the bucket, so they're jumping ship."
"Can they do it?"
"Of course they can. An insurance company can terminate coverage anytime it wants. They'll owe us a refund31, but it's peanuts. We're naked on this, Clay. No coverage."
"We won't need coverage." "I hear you, but I'm still worried." "You were worried about Dyloft too, as I recall." "And I was wrong." "Well, Rex old boy, you're wrong about Maxatil too.
After Mr. Mooneyham gets finished with Goffman in Flagstaff, they'll be anxious to settle. They're already setting aside billions for the class action. Any idea how much those twenty-four thousand cases could be worth? Take a guess."
"Shock me." "Close to a billion dollars, Rex. And Goffman can pay
it." "I'm still worried. What if something goes wrong?" "Have a little faith, pal32. These things take time. The
trial out there is set for September. When it's over, the money will pour in again."
"We've spent eight million on advertising and testing. Can we at least slow down? Why can't you take the position that twenty-four thousand cases is enough?"
"Because it's not enough." And with that Clay smiled, picked up his jacket, patted Crittle on the shoulder, and left for dinner.
HE WAS SUPPOSED TO meet a former college roommate at the Old Ebbitt Grille, on Fifteenth, at eight-thirty. He waited at the bar for almost an hour before his cell phone rang. The roommate was stuck in a meeting that looked as if it would never end. He gave the usual apologies.
As Clay was leaving, he glanced into the restaurant and saw Rebecca having dinner with two other ladies. He stepped back, found his bar stool, and ordered another ale. He was very aware that she had once again stopped him in his tracks. He wanted desperately33 to talk to her, but he was determined34 not to interfere35. A trip to the rest room would work fine.
As he walked by her table, she looked up and immediately smiled. Rebecca introduced Clay to her two friends, and he explained that he was in the bar waiting for an old college buddy36 for dinner. The guy was running late, it might be a while, sorry for the interruption. Oh well, gotta run. Nice seeing you.
Fifteen minutes later, Rebecca appeared in the crowded bar and stood close beside him. Very close.
"I just have a minute," she said. "They're waiting." She nodded at the restaurant.
"You look great," Clay said, anxious to start groping.
"You too."
"Where's Myers?"
She shrugged37 as if she didn't care. "Working. He's always working."
"How's married life?"
"Very lonely," she said, looking away.
Clay took a drink. If not in a crowded bar, with friends waiting nearby, she would have spilled her guts38. There was so much she wanted to say.
The marriage is not working! Clay fought to suppress a smile. "I'm still waiting," he said.
Her eyes were wet when she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Then she was gone without another word.
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