'And your mother?'
'She doesn't work, but she's involved with charities. She devotes a lot of her time to volunteer work.'
Tracy hoped this would sound good, but she was afraid her background would be anathema to someone like Reynolds.
'Yale,' Reynolds went on, his voice giving away nothing of how he felt about her or her background, 'math major, Stanford Law Review.'
Tracy shrugged, wondering if she'd already blown the interview.
'And you placed fifth in the NCAA cross-country championships. You appear to have been successful at everything you've tried.'
Tracy considered a modest answer, then decided against it. If she got this job, it would not be by being a phony.
'I've been lucky. I'm very smart and I'm a natural athlete,' Tracy said. 'But I also work my butt off.'
Reynolds nodded. Then he asked, 'Why did you choose the law as a profession?'
Tracy thought about the question, as she had many times before.
'When I was young, I couldn't understand the world. It made no sense that the earth and sun didn't collide. Why didn't we fly off into space? How could a chair be made of tiny, unconnected atoms, yet be solid enough to prevent me from putting my hand through it? Mathematics imposes order on the sciences. Its rules helped me to make sense out of insanity.
'Human beings like to think of themselves as rational and civilized, but I think we are constantly on the brink of chaos.
Look at the madness in Africa or the carnage in Eastern Europe. I was attracted to the law for the same reason I was fascinated by mathematics. Law imposes order on society and keeps the barbarians in check. When the rule of law breaks down, civilization falls apart.
'America is a nation of laws. I've always marveled that a country with so much power shows such restraint in the way it treats its citizens.
Not that I think the country is perfect. Not by a long shot. We've condoned countless injustices. Slavery is the most obvious example. But that's because human beings are so fallible.
Then I think of what the President could do if he wanted to.
Especially with today's technology. Why don't we live in a dictatorship? Why did Nixon resign, instead of trying a coup d'etat? I think it's because we are a nation of laws in the truest sense and lawyers are the guardians of the law. I really believe that.'
Tracy felt she was running on. She stopped talking and studied Matthew Reynolds, but his face revealed nothing and she could not tell if her speech had impressed him or made him think she was a fool.
'I understand that the young woman who was murdered at the court was a friend of yours.'
Reynolds's statement shook her and all Tracy could do was nod. An image of Laura, strands of curly black hair wrapped around her fingers as she worked through a legal problem, flashed into her mind. Then anotherimage of Laura, dead, her curly black hair matted with blood, superimposed itself on the first image.
'What punishment should your friend's killer receive if he's caught?'
Tracy knew Reynolds would ask about her views on the death penalty, but she never expected him to come at her in this way.
She had spent several hours reading articles about the death penalty, including some by Reynolds, to prepare herself for the interview, but dealing with punishment in the abstract and asking her to decide the fate of Laura's murderer were two different things.
'That's not a fair question,' Tracy said.
'Why not?'
'She was my friend. I found the body.'
Reynolds nodded sympathetically.
'There's always a body. There's always a victim. There's always someone left alive to mourn. Don't you want revenge for your friend?'
It was a good question that forced Tracy to decide what she really thought about the death penalty. She looked across the desk at Matthew Reynolds. He was watching her closely.
'If I found the man who murdered Laura, I would want to kill him with my bare hands, but I would hope that the sober people around me would stop me. A civilized society should aspire to higher ideals. It should be above legalized killing for revenge.'
'Would you be in favor of the death penalty if it deterred crime?'
'Maybe, but it doesn't. I don't have to tell you that there's no statistical evidence that the penalty deters killing. Oregon had a record murder rate a few years after the penalty was reinstated.
'And then there's the mistake factor. I read recently that four hundred and sixteen innocent Americans were convicted of capital crimes between 1900 and 1991 and twenty-three were actually executed. Every other sentence can be corrected if the authorities realize they've made a mistake, except for a sentence of death.'
'Why do you want to work for me, Ms. Cavanaugh?'
'I want to work for you because you're the best and because everything in my life has been easy. I don't regret that, but I'd like to give something back to people who haven't been as fortunate.'
'That's very noble, but our clients are not the 'less fortunate.' They are sociopaths, misfits, psychotics. They are men who torture women and murder children. Not the type of people you associated with in Beverly Hills or at Yale.'
'I'm aware of that.'
'Are you also aware that we work very long hours? Evenings and weekends are the norm. How do you feel about that?'
'Justice Sherzer warned me about your version of a workweek and I still called for this interview.'
'Tell me, Ms. Cavanaugh,' Reynolds asked in a neutral tone, 'have you ever been to Stark, Florida, to the prison, after dark?'
'No, sir,' Tracy answered, completely stumped by the question.
'And I suppose you have never been to Columbia, South Carolina, to visit after dark?'
Tracy shook her head. Reynolds watched her carefully, then continued.
'Several attorneys of my acquaintance have visited their clients in prison after dark. These attorneys have a number of things in common.
They are brilliant, extremely skilled legal practitioners. They are what you would call the top of the bar in morality, ethics and commitment. They are people we can admire very much for what their lives are about and what their commitment to the criminal justice system is.
'These people have something else in common. They all visited these prisons after dark and left before sunrise with their clients dead.'
A chill ran up Tracy's spine.
'There is something else they have in common, Ms. Cavanaugh. They all left before dawn with their clients dead because of some act of another lawyer in not preserving an issue, in failing to investigate competently, in not seeing that that client was represented in the way that a codefendant was. And the fact is that these codefendants are on the street today, alive, just because of the quality of the words written or spoken in some court or some act by some lawyer.'
Reynolds paused. He leaned back in his chair and formed a steeple with his slender fingers.
'Ms. Cavanaugh, I've been a lawyer for more than twenty years and neither I nor any associate of mine has ever visited a prison in this country after dark. Not once. I take no pride in that fact, because pride has no place in the work we do. It is backbreaking, mind-numbing work. If you work for me, you won't sleep right, you won't eat right, and you certainly won't have time to climb or run. This work tears the soul out of you. It requires dedication to men and women who are pariahs in our society. It is work that will earn you no praise but will often earn you the hatred and ill will of decent citizens.'
Tracy's throat felt tight. There was a band around her heart.
She knew she had never wanted anything more in life than to work for this man.
'Mr. Reynolds, if you give me this chance I won't let you down.'
Reynolds watched Tracy over his steepled fingers. Then he sat up in his chair.
