Hawk was born Stienar Blackhawk. Father Native American...Mother Norwegian. His name was derived from two words meaning stone and defender. He lives up to his name by being as strong as stone in his convictions and defender to those that are innocent.

Chapter 1


"Your honor....I object!"
"Over ruled Mr. Hawk; the witness will answer the question." Turning to Mrs. Mills the Judge said “You may answer the question.”
Mrs. Mills was clearly upset and looked to Hawk for guidance. His reassuring nod told her it was o.k. to answer the question and turning to the A.D.A. she asked "I...uh...don't remember the question. Could you repeat it for me, please?"
The A.D.A. let out a long pronounced breath, stood and approached Mrs. Mills. "I asked at what time did you decide to check on your husband."
"It, uh, was about 6:30...or maybe closer to 7...no, I think it was 6—" she stammered.
"—Well, which was it Mrs. Mills...6:30 or 7?"
"I don't remember! I don't remember! She cried covering her face with her hands.

Knowing he had her riled he continued to badger her with questions hoping she would break.
"Is it that you don't remember, Mrs. Mills, or you never checked? You never checked because you knew exactly where he was all along. At the bottom of the ocean! Isn't that right, Mrs. Mills?"
Angered; Hawk stood and addressed the Judge again, "Your Honor...I strongly object to Mr. Spears badgering my client!"
"Sustained!” the Judge agreed and turning to the A.D.A., he warned “Mr. Spears, I will not tolerate this type of questioning. There will not be any more theatrical performances in my courtroom. Is that understood?"
"Yes your Honor. I apologize to the court," continuing in a very condescending tone he asked "Now, then...Mrs. Mills, why don't you just tell us in your own words just what did happened the night your husband, um, disappeared."
"Your Honor....I have to object again!"
"Yes, I figured you would Mr. Hawk. On what grounds would you be objecting to this time?"
“On the grounds that Mr. Spears is coloring the opinion of the jury with his attitude!"

"And just what is wrong with his attitude, Mr. Hawk?"
"It sucks, your Honor!" The courtroom exploded in laughter and lost all restraint.
Wham! Wham! Wham! "Order...Order...Order in the Court! The judge yelled as he pounded his gavel on the desk in front of him. The courtroom hushed immediately and everyone looked up at the Judge as he very sternly warned Hawk; “Mr. Hawk, I will hold you in contempt if I ever hear anything like that in my courtroom again! Don’t think for a minute that I won’t. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, perfectly, Your Honor,” and not being able to help himself, added “I will definitely refrain from telling the jury and this court what a bad attitude the A.D.A. possesses."
Leaning forward with narrowing eyes and reddened face he warned again "You’re on very thin ice with me, Mr. Hawk. This will be your last warning, is that clear?"
"Yes, sir,” Hawk answered with as much respect as he could muster and then asked “at this time, Your Honor, I would like to ask the Court for a recess due to the time factor of Mrs. Mills' testimony."

"Granted! Court will re-convene Monday morning at 9:00 a.m." and with one last rap of his gavel on his desk, he stood, turned around and walked through the large oak door behind him.
Gathering the files on the case, Hawk opened the worn brown leather briefcase he carried, unzipped the side pocket, and slipped them in. People sometimes wondered why he carried such an old and tattered briefcase. It's not like he couldn't afford a new one but when anyone asked about it he just said he liked this one and didn't see the need to change it. He picked up the briefcase, straightened the solid oak chair, turned and went through the swinging gate that separated the court from the onlookers. Heading for the double doors, he scanned the room looking for his investigator.
Sloane was supposed to bring him the information he dug up on the A.D.A.’s star witness. Without that information Mrs. Mills didn't stand a chance in hell of getting off. She was innocent; he knew it in his gut. He always knew when someone was innocent and refused to take on any case where the client was guilty, and if the client lied to him, well, he would drop him in a heartbeat. Hawk insisted on truth. Truth was very important to him in all aspects of his life. He could not and would not tolerate deception of any kind from anyone and since he was one of the top attorneys in the state, he didn't have to. He was always being told how rigid he was and how he should give the people a break sometimes. Hawk felt that truth was the sole of man, that it was his integrity. A man was born with integrity and whether or not he had it when he died depended on how he lived his life. He decided a long time ago that he would die with his integrity in tact and fully expected those he dealt with in his personal life and in business to treat him with the respect that he showed them.
So far it was working pretty well for him. Hawk was the top defense attorney in the State of Washington, lived in a nice building in the better part of town and although his car wasn't new it was a newer and very well maintained midsize S.U.V. with the new navigation system.
Hawk made his way out to the hall and headed for the elevator paying no attention to the young girl that got up and followed him out of the courtroom.
Catching up to him at the elevator she said "Mr. Hawk, my name is Cassandra...Cassandra White Eagle. My friends call me Cassie. May I speak with you a moment, Mr. Hawk? It's about my brother. He needs your help"
"Ms. White Eagle—"
"—Cassie, please" she interrupted.

"Cassie,” he corrected “I'm sorry, but I'm extremely busy right now and I need to get back to my office. Maybe you could give my office a call and set up an appointment for sometime next week."
He pulled out a card and handing it to her just as the elevator doors were opening, stepped into the elevator and was gone before she could even tell him why her brother needed him.
Cassie took the card. What an arrogant jerk! Well, he’s not going to get away from me that easy. Jason needs his help and he’s going to give it to him whether he likes it or not! She looked at the address on the card. It was right down the street. She headed out of the Courthouse and turned left at the sidewalk. Checking the address again she made her way to 301 Main Street.


Chapter 2



When the first tell tale drops hit her face, she looked up and noticed the gray skies...Terrific! Cassie remembered she had left her umbrella in the car. Just great! If there was one thing you could count on in Western Washington, it was the rain! She hurried along reaching the 300 block quickly, stopping at 301 she went through the large double glass doors.
Checking the directory, she found his office and silently prayed he would hear her out as she waited for the elevator doors to open and take her to the 5th floor. Jason needed his help and she knew in her heart that he was the only one that could help them.
No one wanted to help her; in fact, no one would even admit to her that he was in the jail. She knew he was there. She saw the sheriff and his sorry excuse for a deputy put Jason in the police car. Jason had seen her car on the over pass and tried to call to her but the sheriff pushed him into the back seat before she could let him know she saw him. Cassie went straight to the sheriff's office to ask why her brother had been arrested. They told her that he wasn’t there. No one would speak to her.
The elevator reached the 5th floor and the doors opened. Cassie asked the girl at the reception area if she could see Mr. Hawk.
Looking at Cassie over the tops of her black thick rimmed glasses she said patronizing, “I'm sorry, but Mr. Hawk is in conference. Why don’t you let me check the calendar and see when—wait miss you can't go in there!"
Cassie couldn’t wait for her to finish. She knew she had to get in there and speak with Mr. Hawk at any cost and she wasn't above breaking into his office to do it either, especially if it would get her brother out of jail! Forcing through the big oak doors of his office, Cassie sat down in one of the two matching brown leather chairs that faced him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Hawk, she ran right past me.” Marcy stood in front of the desk trying to block Cassie from his view.
Hawk put down the folder he was studying. "That's o.k. Marcy. Would you please close the door on your way out?" Marcy turn swiftly and with a mumble under her breath and a stern stare in Cassie’s direction quickly walked out of the office and shut the doors behind her.

Shaking his head from side to side he looked at Cassie. "Miss White Eag... I mean, Cassie, when we spoke this afternoon at the Courthouse and I asked you to make an appointment for next week, I thought you understood how busy I am and couldn't possibly accept anything else at the moment."
"Mr. Hawk if you would just hear me out for a moment. My brother Jason is just seventeen years old and he has been in jail for more than two weeks. No one will help me get him out. He needs your help. Please Mr. Hawk, we need your help!"
"Why is your brother in jail, Cassie?"
"I don’t know, no one will tell me anything. When I ask about him they say he isn’t there and to quit wasting their time. They said that they have no Jason White Eagle in their jail."
"What makes you think he’s there?"
“Because I saw the Chief and that sorry excuse for a sheriff put him in the squad car.”
"When was this?” Jotting down a few notes as Cassie went on to explain; the deep lines that showed themselves across Hawk’s forehead when he worried started to appear.

"More than two weeks ago! You see why I’m so worried. He’s only seventeen, Mr. Hawk. He shouldn’t be in jail at all but to be there for two weeks without seeing anyone, I know he has to be so frightened.”
"Do you know what he was he doing when they arrested him?”
“Yes, Jason was fishing for some of the elder tribe members that can’t fish anymore. He does that on a regular basis. He tries to keep some of the older traditions by fishing the way our grandfather taught him. I know something is terribly wrong and I can’t get anyone to help me find my brother. Please help me…Please help my brother, I don’t know where else to turn.” she pleaded.
“I'll make a few phone calls. Is there a number where you can be reached?" he asked.
"Yes, 360-555-3223, do you think you can help him, Mr. Hawk?" she asked him.
He could see how worried she was and wanted to put her fears at ease. He answered her calmly and with sincerity; "Yes, we will get him out of jail. Let me just make a few phone calls and then I will let you know what is going on, okay?"
“Okay.”

“Oh, and Cassie, drop the Mr., it’s just Hawk.”
As he stood, he reached for her hand to say good-bye, he was startled at the intense feeling he felt when their hands touched. He looked down at her and noticed for the first time what a beautiful girl she was. She looked up at him and smiled. She had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. It was all he could do not to bend down and kiss her. As if she knew exactly what he was thinking, she quickly pulled back her hand and started to back out of the office.
"I'll…a...wait for your call then...a...Mr.…I mean…Hawk." Cassie turned and practically ran out of the office. She felt the electricity shoot through their hands when he touched her and couldn't get away fast enough.
When she stepped out onto the sidewalk the rain was in full force. She ran quickly to the underground garage where her car was parked. By the time she reached it she was soaked to the skin but she couldn't be concerned with that now. It was Jason she needed to focus on; not the rain or her soaking wet clothes and hair or even Hawk. It was Jason that was all alone in that jail. It was Jason who needed her, yet as hard as she tried she couldn't help her thoughts as she remembered what a beautiful emerald green his eyes were as he looked down into hers.