This legal thriller asks the question can corruption at the Bench and Bar still render justice? Boxer Tate enters Judicial Hell Holes armed with poor grades from an unaccredited law school and an internship from a third rate insurance defense firm. He loses some big ones, spends time in jail, and loves two women at once. He is hated by judges and adversaries alike. Who would hire him? Who wouldn't? Watch this court room magician confront impossible odds enroute to judicial superstardom.
The Chairman
By Kevin J. DunneAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2014 Kevin J. Dunne
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4969-3289-1Contents
Cast, xi,
1 Boxer Tate, 1,
2 Depositions, 5,
3 Settlement, 9,
4 The Bar Exam, 14,
5 Atlas Insurance Company, 18,
6 The Todd Case, 21,
7 Headhunters, 31,
8 Sam's, 35,
9 The Thompson Interview, 38,
10 The Tate-Malloy Deal, 41,
11 The Thompson-Malloy Deal, 44,
12 The Atlas-Jonas Deal, 46,
13 Jonas, 48,
14 The Lee-Thompson Deal, 50,
15 Tommy Seeks Control, 54,
16 Nobo Extract, 58,
17 Dodge Lee, 60,
18 Keys to Lee's Success, 65,
19 Judge Earl Max, 67,
20 Max Down the Middle, 69,
21 Tommy Continues to Seek Control, 72,
22 Woodshedding Purcell, 74,
23 The Purcell Depo, 77,
24 Motion for Dismissal, 79,
25 Tommy's Teleconference, 81,
26 Boxer Inquest, 83,
27 Results of Inquest, 85,
28 Max Hearing, 87,
29 Thompson Defeat, 91,
30 Sam's Again, 94,
31 After Boxer's Victory, 97,
32 Lee to West Virginia, 102,
33 Jim Rocky, 106,
34 Boxer's Strategy Meeting, 109,
35 Rocky at Home, 112,
36 Almost Heaven, 114,
37 Woody Wilson, 117,
38 Bobby Waco and Jim Rocky, 120,
39 Victory in West Virginia, 123,
40 Audi and Boxer, 129,
41 The Boxer Firm, 134,
42 Lateral Hiring, 138,
43 Boxer Named Defendant, 142,
44 Bill Dawes, Superstar, 146,
45 Dawes Fired by Tommy, 150,
46 Dawes Fights Back, 153,
47 Tate, Dawes, and Johns, 156,
48 Cook County, Judicial Hellhole, 158,
49 Plaintiffs' Judge Charlotte Higgins, 160,
50 Boxer to Jail Again, 162,
51 Dawes's Departure, 165,
52 More Investigation, 168,
53 Tate Takes Over, 170,
54 Fortune and Boxer, 173,
55 Even More on Higgins, 175,
56 Victim from Cook County, 178,
57 Jethro Pugh, 184,
58 The Demand, 186,
59 Victim Defeat, 189,
60 Boxer Victory, 194,
61 Running the Firm, 198,
62 Thompson's Decline, 201,
63 Fortune, Superstar, 205,
64 Fortune and Boxer at Carmel, 209,
65 Defense of the Bay Area Insurance Complaint, 213,
66 Thompson DQ, 220,
67 Date Night at Sam's, 227,
68 Dividing the Money, 230,
69 Dealing with the Devil, 234,
70 J. J. Blows Policy Analysis, 239,
71 Rules for Lawyers, 241,
72 Tommy Still Doesn't Listen, 243,
73 Boxer the Bully, 247,
74 Preparation for the Thompson Meeting, 250,
75 Boxer the Magnanimous, 253,
76 Tate, Dawes, and Johns the Magnanimous, 255,
77 Date Night Again, 257,
78 The Audi Affair, 259,
79 The Fortune Affair, 262,
80 The Resurrection of Thompson and Malloy, 268,
81 Audi Reacts, 271,
82 Audi Presents, 274,
83 Pay to Delay, 275,
84 Atlas Meeting, 280,
85 Malloy in Rehab, 284,
86 Tate Picks Him Up, 286,
87 Audi Leaves Tate, 288,
88 Love at Pebble, 291,
89 Epilogue, 293,
CHAPTER 1
Boxer Tate
"I thought he was going to choke me to death. Now he's suing me," said the young man, who called himself "Boxer" Tate. His real name was Baxter.
Tate was Miller Johnson's last interview of the day. Johnson conducted these interviews in one of the firm's conference rooms rather than his private office, which was filled with legal files and telephones and a laptop computer.
The interviewees were defendants insured by Atlas Insurance Company, which had referred them to the Malloy law firm. Miller Johnson was a senior associate in the six-person firm. He replied to Tate, "The complaint alleges that you beat him up at the 1906 Club."
Miller looked over the police report and hospital forms detailing Lumpy Griffin's injuries and his version of events. Miller shook his head, sizing up the kid sitting opposite him at the table.
Miller finished refreshing his memory of the events of the night in question. According to the statement by one Lumpy Griffin, the plaintiff, Tate had assaulted him in the 1906 Club, resulting in broken bones, missing teeth, and many stitches. Miller knew the 1906 Club, but he never went there. It was a trendy place capitalizing on the 1906 earthquake way back when, exactly the kind of club Miller avoided. Evidently, the kid in front of him worked there as a bouncer. The thought made Miller laugh. Boxer was maybe five feet, ten inches tall — in a good-size pair of boots — and skinny as a broom handle. Maybe his friends had given him the nickname ironically.
Regardless, the kid had great posture. He wore his suit well, even if it was an old one. He was clearly trying to impress. He had a focused look, like he could get mean if he needed to. Maybe the nickname wasn't ironic. But with that frame, who did he think he was kidding? He must have had something to prove.
"You go to school, Tate?"
"Yes, sir."
Miller couldn't be sure, but he thought the kid was keeping himself from saying more. "Where?"
"Douglas, sir."
"Douglas Law?"
The kid nodded. So that was what he had to prove. Miller had to stifle a chuckle. Graduates from Douglas had less than a 10 percent job placement rate, and that was of the graduates who could even pass the bar. He might as well have said he was just out of high school.
Still, you couldn't fake that confidence or the look in those eyes. And when he nodded, confirming he went to Douglas, there was no shame there. Tate might have made something of himself if he'd gone to any other law school in the city.
Miller asked, "How'd you become a bouncer? That doesn't look like your expertise."
Tate said, "You're right. Two of my buddies are boxing champs and tough as nails. The money is great, and they said that the owner gave them authority to add a third member to the crew. Since I was in law school, I was to be the negotiator of the three."
Miller asked, "How did that work out for you, son?"
"Good and bad. I could charm the ones with dates, and it was relatively quiet during the week but it was mayhem on the weekends."
"Why?"
Tate seemed anxious to tell his story. "Not only were the local college students on the loose but teenagers with false IDs invaded from Marin and Contra Costa and San Mateo counties, where IDs are more closely inspected for birthdays than in San Francisco's drinking joints.
"It was so crowded on the weekends that the college kids had to wait in line to get in. The line ran up the stairs and halfway down the block. Most of the kids had started their serious drinking Friday afternoon, and some even carried a pint with them through the line. Not only was crowd control a problem, I also had to chase down the occasional undergraduate who bolted on the bill. Some of the bolters would stop and pay up; others had to be tackled before they would cough up the money. Frankly, most of the time I lived in fear.
"This particular Saturday night, my buddies did not show up for work, and I was on duty alone. I felt that the inmates were taking over the asylum. Out-of-town teenagers were bucking the line, and local grad students were rebuffing them. I was guarding the door, admitting the next in line after examining government IDs and photos to make sure customers were over the legal age limit."
"Okay ... the fight?"
"One of the local grad students, Lumpy Griffin, decided he should not have to wait for the teenagers and pushed to the front of the line. I raised my hand to stop him, but Lumpy continued...