Crime DOES pay – especially crime that has the support of our legal system.
Carson’s investigative work for Attorney Jack Logan runs smack into the path of the largest law firm in West Tennessee. Trying to stay out of their path only succeeds in putting Carson in the crosshairs of lawyers who want him out of the way.
Power struggles, infidelity, organized crime and eventually murder all appear to be somehow linked to this powerful law firm – McCabe, McCabe, Clark and Lewis.
This is a story of the small versus the large in a little West Tennessee community that has no idea of the crime and corruption that lay underneath their quiet daily lives.
Join Carson as he takes on the fight of his career when he challenges ‘the Illegals’.
he firm of McCabe, McCabe, Clark and Lewis is unquestionably the largest and most prestigious law firm in Gibson County, Tennessee. Their main office is located at #2 Court Square in Trenton, Tennessee - just yards from the County Courthouse. With satellite offices in most every town in the county, they offer a legal staff of over 50 attorneys, 75 paralegal and 3 private investigators working from 10 offices scattered across West Tennessee. Their client list consists of senators, governors, judges, business executives and prominent citizens from all across the southern United States.
It was snowing and snowing heavily. McCabe, McCabe, Clark and Lewis didn’t plan this and it wasn’t something they could control. However, this is December, and the snow added to the decorations scattered across the outside deck and patio of the Sinclair McCabe home, located just outside Trenton, Tennessee. For emphasis, the servants had placed lights in the trees and even a few ornaments on the evergreen shrubbery around the patio and party area. Sinclair McCabe had turned 66 last month and this was his retirement party; it was going to happen - snow or not. All the important people had been invited and most of them accepted. Present and former governors, senators, congressmen and even a few ‘small people’, who might carry some weight in their respective communities, had received gold engraved invitations to Sinclair McCabe’s official retirement party. This was official, because in reality Sinclair had been distancing himself from the firm for the past few years. He no longer handled regular business and only had a handful of high-profile clients on his ‘active’ list.
This is where our story begins.
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Retirement Party
There are three Senior Partners at ‘M.M.C.& L.’ and three Junior partners:On the surface this was a large, successful and well managed law firm. The real truth is that Sinclair McCabe had no idea what was going on in this law firm of which he was so proud. Underneath the facade that everyone saw as ‘M.M.C.& L.’ were problems that dwarfed the personal and political squabbles that are typically found in a large firm with just a few controlling partners. The managing partners and controlling board were confident that sufficient rules and controls had been implemented to prevent any member straying into areas that didn’t meet the firm’s guidelines and charter. Unfortunately, they were wrong, and the struggles for control of ‘M.M.C.& L.’ made it impossible to see the dangers lying ahead. Events beyond their knowledge and control were about to challenge the dynasty known as McCabe, McCabe, Clark and Lewis.
Sinclair McCabe is a Senior Partner and Founder of ‘M.M.C.& L.’. Sinclair was a 1922 graduate from Yale.
Turner Clark is a Senior Partner and a 1935 graduate from Yale.
Leonard Lewis is a Senior Partner and a 1938 graduate from the University of Mississippi.
Mary Drummond is a 1948 graduate from Harvard and has been with the firm since graduation. She is also a Junior partner.
Matthew Malansky is a 1952 graduate from the University of Arkansas and a Junior partner.
Gordon McCabe is a Junior Partner and a 1959 graduate from the University of Tennessee. He is also the son of Senior Partner, and founder, Sinclair McCabe.
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The firm of ‘M.M.C.& L.’ isn’t just smart, powerful and prestigious; they are also great at marketing their services. It’s illegal for lawyers to advertise in any public forum; however, they somehow convinced Southern Bell (the phone-company) they needed a separate telephone prefix for their many offices around West Tennessee. The standard exchange for Trenton was PEabody 2 (732). ‘M.M.C.& L.’ acquired the exchange of 668, to which they added 4589 for their main switchboard inbound telephone number. The telephone number of 668-4589 (NOT-GLTY) appears on all business cards, stationary, letterheads and any other printed material associated with the firm.
However, having money and needing an attorney did not necessarily guarantee you a place on the McCabe, McCabe, Clark and Lewis client list. They were very selective, and used specific processes and programs to assure their legal staff only took cases that were public, profitable and most importantly good for the growth of the firm. The weight of the case was much more important than winning. Weekly meetings held by the managing partners reviewed each prospective client, and their decisions were firm and final. They weighed the political implications, versus the publicity, versus the client and versus the impacts from a possible loss of decision. They didn’t win every case, but sometimes the loss might bring more to the firm than winning. ‘M.M.C.& L.’ considered all the angles, and made decisions on the long-range impact – not necessarily the ruling handed down by a judge.
For community support, they offered small ‘paralegal services’ that represented the little guy, the small fry who had money and wanted the ‘M.M.C.& L.’ clout behind their problems. This was considered charity, and treated that way by the managing partners. After all, they were a part of the community and wanted to be recognized as such.
Weekly and quarterly meetings by the Senior/Junior Partners rarely discussed these clients and their issues. Mostly they discussed expansion and opening more offices in larger metro areas. Memphis was scheduled next and Nashville would not be far behind.
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Sinclair had transitioned the day-to-day business control to Senior partner, Turner Clark. Turner joined the firm soon after its founding and had proven to be a very capable businessman as well as an outstanding attorney. In the beginning, Sinclair and Turner made a beautiful team. After all, they were both Yale graduates and brought the same high standards to their work. However, other than the Yale graduate logo, they had little else in common. Sinclair was a people person, relying on his personality and friendships to move the business forward and make it successful. Turner Clark certainly had people skills, but he relied on cunning and manipulation as the keys to success.
Excerpt
It’s amazing how the white snow can enhance lights and colors. When the red lights of the Gibson County Sheriff’s cruisers pulled into the long, sweeping snow covered driveway, it seemed to light up the entire Sinclair home. Everyone ran to the large frosted windows to see what was happening. Carrie Mae and the rest of the help were busy cleaning the service areas and stopped briefly to watch Gloria quickly run to the front of the hall when she saw the lights. Sinclair was right behind her. Sheriff Epsee’s cruiser had just pulled up and stopped when she opened the massive front door.
“Oh no, no, no, no,” Gloria screamed. “Something has happened to Gordon! I knew it. I knew it. Is he hurt? Is he dead?” Gloria was standing in her doorway crying and yelling to no one.
Sheriff Epsee and Deputy Nancy Oakland stepped out of the cruiser and into the snow that had piled up below the porch and front steps. Sinclair pulled Gloria back into the foyer and motioned for Carrie Mae to come and get her. Then he stepped onto the large covered porch and closed the door behind him.
“Sheriff…” he started to speak.
“Sinclair,” Leroy interrupted, “I know you are having a party, and I would not be here if it weren’t important. Please understand that.”
“Sheriff, I understand,” he said nervously. “Please tell me, what has happened to Gordon?”
“Sinclair, I don’t know that anything has happened to him,” Leroy said while knocking the sticking snow from his boots. “I drove out here to talk to him. Is he here?”
“Huh?” Sinclair looked confused.
“I need to see Gordon, your son. Is he here?” Leroy asked again.
“Why…why no, he isn’t, but he’s supposed to be,” he stuttered. “That’s why we thought you were here; to tell us something had happened to him. Gordon was supposed to be at the party to announce his appointment as a Senior partner at our firm, but he hasn’t come home. What’s this about, Sheriff?” Sinclair frowned.
“Do you know where we can find Gordon?” Deputy Nancy Oakland asked.
“Why…no, I guess not. Did you check his girlfriend’s apartment? Shelly Norwood is her name, she lives in Humboldt.”
Deputy Oakland and Sheriff Epsee looked at each other then back at Sinclair McCabe.
“Sinclair, you want to come over to my office? I know it’s late, but we can discuss it there,” Leroy offered.
“Can’t we talk here? I mean…can’t we talk here?” he repeated.
“Sinclair, you have guests and that would not be a good idea. If you tell me Gordon isn’t here, then I’ll accept that. If you want to drive over to my office, Deputy Oakland and I will be there for the next couple of hours and we can discuss his whereabouts,” Leroy said frankly.
Sinclair had a crazy blank look on his face and just stared without speaking for a few moments.
“Okay, but I need to tell my wife something. Has something happened to Gordon? What can I tell her?” he finally said.
“Mr. McCabe,” Deputy Oakland answered. “We are looking for Gordon and have no knowledge of his wellbeing. We need to find him first, sorry.”
“Okay…I think. Let me close this up with my remaining guests and I’ll be over to your office as soon as I can,” Sinclair said as he turned, shook his head and walked back inside. Turner Clark had walked onto the porch during the conversation; he followed Sinclair inside and closed the door behind them.
Sheriff Epsee and Deputy Oakland got back in the cruiser and drove the icy roads back to the Gibson County Sheriff’s office. This had been a long trip in the snow for nothing.
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It was after midnight and Deputy Oakland was working the third shift. As Leroy made fresh coffee and waited for Sinclair McCabe, he was trying to figure out what shift he was working. Leroy guessed it must be all of them – after all, he was the sheriff!
At 12:45 AM Sinclair’s Lincoln pulled up and parked in front of the sheriff’s office. Through the frost covered windows that lined the front of the sheriff’s office, Nancy and Leroy could see that the engine remained running when he got out - so they assumed someone else was driving and had remained in the car. Sinclair walked straight through the office door and directly into Leroy’s office. He was wearing his lawyer face, and it showed.
“Coffee?” Leroy offered.
“No…no thank you,” Sinclair said, removing his overcoat, scarf, gloves and hat before taking a seat in one of Leroy’s comfortable office chairs. “Please get to the point, Sheriff, it’s late and I need to know what this is all about.”
Leroy took his time, stirred his coffee and settled into his overstuffed desk chair. He waited before speaking and made certain that Sinclair was looking at him before he spoke.
“Where is Gordon?” Leroy asked again, peeking over his coffee cup as he took a sip.
“I don’t know. Why? Have you checked at his girlfriend’s apartment? That girl…Shelly Norwood,” he sounded frustrated.
“Yes, and that is WHY I am looking for him,” Leroy said still sipping his coffee and staring at Sinclair.
“What? That makes no sense, Sheriff. Tell me what’s going on and stop playing games!” Sinclair had his lawyer hat on.
“Shelly Norwood is dead. Probably murdered, maybe an overdose, maybe anything, but she is dead. And your son, Gordon, was there. He was seen entering and leaving Shelly’s apartment only a short time before her body was discovered. A neighbor has identified Gordon McCabe as leaving Shelly Norwood’s apartment at approximately 6:00 PM. Her roommate, Darcille Moore, called the sheriff’s office at 6:30 and reported Shelly unconscious, and an ambulance was dispatched. She was DOA at St. Mary’s Hospital, and we need to talk with your son. Is that enough?” Leroy asked.
“How did she die?” he asked.
“We don’t know that yet. Doctor Barker is doing an autopsy and we’ll probably know tomorrow. But I still need to talk to your son!” Leroy added harshly.
“I don’t know where he is,” Sinclair said putting his head in his hands.
“When was the last time you saw or spoke to him?” Leroy asked reaching for a pad and pen.
Sinclair stared at Leroy for a few moments, apparently in thought about the question. Then he stood up, lit a cigarette and walked across the room to the coffeepot.
“That offer for coffee still good, Sheriff?”
“Certainly,” Leroy said getting up and retrieving an empty cup from the table behind his desk.
Leroy poured Sinclair a cup of coffee, then refilled his own as he pointed to the sugar and powdered cream that sat next to the pot.
Sinclair seemed to be moving in slow motion, as he prepared his coffee and finally made his way back to his chair. He had removed his lawyer face and didn’t seem to be in a hurry anymore.
“Leroy, I haven’t talked to Gordon in over a week. I’ve been busy getting ready for this retirement party and wrapping up some loose ends at the office. I know he has been sleeping at the house, but he has his own entrance. So, unless we happen to meet in the hall or bump into each other in the kitchen, I rarely see him at the house. But, I’m sure some of the help can give you a good idea about his coming and going. Is that important?”
“His current whereabouts is important, and I’m pretty sure the DA will want a timeline on his recent activities.”
“District Attorney!” Sinclair stood up and yelled. “Is Gordon being charged with some crime?”
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