Майкл Коннелли - Law of Innocence

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**Lincoln Lawyer Mickey Haller must defend himself against murder charges in the heart-stopping new thriller from #1 *New York Times * bestselling author Michael Connelly** **.**
**J. Michael “Mickey” Haller, Jr** is a Los Angeles-based defense attorney and the paternal half-brother of Harry Bosch.
On the night he celebrates a big win, defense attorney Mickey Haller is pulled over by police, who find the body of a former client in the trunk of his Lincoln. Haller is immediately charged with murder but can’t post the exorbitant $5 million bail slapped on him by a vindictive judge.
Mickey elects to represent himself and is forced to mount his defense from his jail cell in the Twin Towers Correctional Center in downtown Los Angeles. All the while he needs to look over his shoulder—as an officer of the court he is an instant target, and he makes few friends when he reveals a corruption plot within the jail.
But the bigger plot is the one against him. Haller knows he’s been framed, whether by a new enemy or an old one. As his trusted team, including his half-brother, Harry Bosch, investigates, Haller must use all his skills in the courtroom to counter the damning evidence against him.
Even if he can obtain a not-guilty verdict, Mickey understands that it won’t be enough. In order to be truly exonerated, he must find out who really committed the murder and why. That is the law of innocence.
In his highest stakes case yet, the Lincoln Lawyer fights for his life and proves again why he is “a worthy colleague of Atticus Finch... in the front of the pack in the legal thriller game” ( *Los Angeles Times* ). **

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After we pulled out of the courthouse complex and onto Spring, I leaned forward to the metal grille that separated the driver from the rear compartment, where I was locked into a plastic form-fitting seat.

“What happened to Bennet?” I asked.

I had noted the name on the new guy’s uniform when he was putting me into the car. Pressley. It, too, was familiar but not enough for me to place it.

“Assignment change,” Pressley said. “I’ll be driving you the rest of this week.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “Have you worked in the keep-away module lately?”

“No, I’m in transport.”

“Thought I recognized you.”

“That’s because I’ve sat behind you in court a few times.”

“Really? This case?”

“No, this goes back. Alvin Pressley is my nephew. You had him as a client for a while.”

Alvin Pressley. The name, followed by a face, came back to me. A twenty-one-year-old kid from the projects caught slinging dope with enough quantity in his pockets to qualify for a big-time prison sentence. I was able to score him a better deal: a year in the county stockade.

“Oh, yeah. Alvin,” I said. “You stood for him at the sentencing, right? I remember his uncle was a deputy.”

“I did.”

Here was the hard question.

“So, how’s Alvin doing these days?”

“He’s doing good. That was a wake-up call for him. Got his shit together, moved out to Riverside to get away from all the crap. He lives with my brother out there. They got a restaurant.”

“Good to hear.”

“Anyway, you did right by me with Alvin, so I’m going to do right by you. There’s people in the jail not happy with you.”

“Tell me about it. I know.”

“I’m serious now. You gotta watch your back in there, man.”

“Believe me, I do know. You’re driving me because I got choked out by a guy on the bus. You know about that?”

“Everybody knows about that.”

“What about before? Did people know that was going to go down?”

“I don’t know, man. Not me.”

“The story they put in the paper today was bullshit.”

“Yeah, well, shit happens like that when you’re making waves. Remember that.”

“I’ve known that my entire life, Pressley. Is there something you want to tell me that I don’t know?”

I waited. He said nothing, so I tried prompting him.

“Sounds like you took a risk asking to drive me,” I said. “Might as well tell it.”

We turned off Bauchet Street and into the inmate-reception garage at Twin Towers. Two deputies came to the car to get me and move me back up to the keep-away module.

“Just watch yourself,” Pressley said.

I had long assumed I was a target for any number of the forty-five hundred inmates held inside the jail’s octagonal walls. Anything could spur violence—the cut of your hair, the color of your skin, the look in your eyes. Getting warned about the deputies charged with keeping me safe was another matter.

“Always,” I said.

The door opened and a deputy reached in to unlock my cuffs from the seat and then pull me out.

“Home, sweet home, asshole,” he said.

45

Tuesday, February 25

The morning session in court had not gone well for the defense. Through crime scene analysis, DNA, and ballistics, prosecution witnesses had convincingly offered proof that Sam Scales had been shot to death in the trunk of my Lincoln while it was parked in my garage. While the case was missing the murder weapon, and none of the evidence could put me in the garage pulling the trigger, it was what defense attorneys call commonsense evidence. The victim was killed in the defendant’s car in the defendant’s garage. Common sense dictates that the defendant was responsible. There was, of course, room in that chain of circumstances for reasonable doubt, but sometimes common sense was an overriding factor in a juror’s decision. And whenever I had checked the faces of the jurors during the morning session, I never saw any skepticism. They were paying rapt attention to the parade of witnesses that wanted to bury me in guilt.

Two of the witnesses I did not even bother to question on cross. There had been nothing in their testimony I could attack, no loose thread I could use to unravel their claims. With the ballistics expert, I thought I scored a point when I asked if any of the bullet slugs recovered in the case showed markings from a silencer being used on the weapon. His answer, as I knew it would be, was that sound-suppression devices do not come into contact with the discharged bullet, so it is impossible to tell if such an attachment was on the murder weapon.

But then Dana Berg took the point away and scored her own when she used my question on redirect to bring out from her expert the fact that sound suppressors do not reduce the report of a gunshot to anything even approaching silence.

I likened going into courtside holding during the lunch break to going into the locker room at halftime. My team was down and I felt the weight of dread as Deputy Chan led me into the holding cell. After securing me, he would bring Maggie McPherson in with lunch, and I was sure we would dissect the morning session to see if there was any way to repair the damage when we moved into the defense phase of the trial.

But those thoughts disappeared like smoke after I went through the steel door from the courtroom and was directed by Chan down the hallway to the attorney-client room. I immediately heard a voice echoing off the steel and concrete walls. A female voice. As we passed the holding cells on either side, I looked through the bars on the right and saw Dana Berg sitting on a bench in the cell. I remembered now that she had gotten up from the prosecution table the moment the judge had left the bench. Now she was in the holding cell, but it wasn’t her voice I’d heard. It was coming from another woman but I could not see her because the cell extended to the right along a concrete wall beyond the barred door.

I knew the voice. I just couldn’t place it.

Chan delivered me to the attorney-client room.

“Hey, who’s that Berg is with?” I asked casually.

“Your old girlfriend,” Chan said offhandedly.

“What girlfriend?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Come on, Chan. If I’m going to find out, you might as well tell me.”

“I actually don’t know. It’s all on the down-low. All I heard was that she was brought down from Chowchilla.”

He slid the solid steel door closed behind me and I was left alone with the single clue as to who was in the cell with Berg. Chowchilla was up in California’s Central Valley and the location of one of the biggest women’s prisons in the state. While my client list ran 80 percent or more male, I had a few female clients in the prison system. I usually didn’t track my clients once they were adjudicated and sent off to prison, but I knew of one former client who, last I heard, was serving a fifteen-year stretch for manslaughter in Chowchilla. It was her voice, distorted by echoes off steel and concrete, that I now recognized.

Lisa Trammel. She was the October surprise.

The door slid back open to allow Maggie to come in with the bag containing our lunch. But I had just lost my appetite. After the door banged closed again, I told her why.

“They’ve got a witness they’re bringing in and we need to fight it,” I began.

“Who?” Maggie asked.

“You hear the voices in the other cell? That’s her. Lisa Trammel.”

“Lisa Trammel. Why do I know that name?”

“She was a client. She was charged with murder and I got her off.”

I saw the prosecutor in Maggie react.

“Jesus, now I remember,” she said.

“They just brought her down from Chowchilla to testify,” I said.

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