'Tell us
Quickly refocusing on Mary, Lenihan spoke with the paternal air of a doctor prescribing medication. 'Under California law, Mary, we need to prove that Lexington
'How?' Mary asked in bewilderment. 'John's dead.'
'True. But we
'Snow aside,' Sarah remarked, 'it would be far better if we could find the seller. Or, at least, someone Bowden talked to about buying the P-2.
'There's an unfortunate decision called M
'The California legislature promptly repealed the statute. But Lexington still can argue that there are a thousand other places Bowden could have bought the gun—including the black market . . .'
'Of course,' Lenihan told Mary, 'if Lexington had required a background check at gun shows, Bowden
Silent, Mary stared bleakly at some middle distance of the mind—in remembered horror, Sarah supposed, perhaps combined with disbelief that Lexington would choose to profit in such a way. Turning to Sarah, Lenihan asked, 'Speaking of juries, you tried the Tierney case before a federal judge. No disrespect intended, Sarah, but I have to ask how many jury cases you've tried.'
Surprised, Sarah tried to appear unruffled. 'Three.'
'Any plaintiffs' cases?'
'None at all.'
'Have you at least tried a personal injury case, or a wrongful death action?'
'I haven't. As
'That's just as well,' Lenihan responded with an amiable smile. 'God knows your mentors in your former law firm lost enough of them. To me.'
Mary shifted in her chair. 'If you're trying to embarrass me,' Sarah said in even tones, 'at least address the issues. To even get this to a jury, you'll have to prepare for the argument that any suit is barred by the Second Amendment.'
Lenihan, Sarah sensed, was eyeing her with increased caution. 'The Second Amendment defense has never flown,' he parried. 'Not in a civil case.'
'Not in California,' Sarah agreed. 'At least not yet.' Facing Mary, Sarah explained, 'Until recently there's been an unbroken line of cases, including a Supreme Court case, which suggested that the Second Amendment does not protect an individual's right to own a gun—as opposed to a collective right which belongs to governmental bodies like the police department, or the National Guard.'
Mary nodded. 'That makes sense to me.'
'And to me. But the SSA disagrees. They claim that the Constitution enshrined the right of armed insurrection by individuals against the government the men who drafted it created, replacing votes with bullets. They also claim that this right cannot be infringed for any reason—that leading the Western world in homicides is the price we pay for this precious 'freedom.'
'Until a few years ago, no one but gun fanatics took that seriously. Then the SSA began financing a wave of 'scholarship': one law review article after another which argued that Madison, Jefferson and the rest meant each of us to have the absolute right to own any weapon we want—including weapons that the Founding Fathers never dreamed of. Like the Lexington P-2 and Eagle's Claw bullets . . .'
'That's absolutely ridiculous.' Mary's voice trembled in anger. 'I
'It
'Creating precedents cuts both ways.
Mary listened intently. Glancing at her, Lenihan told Sarah, 'And even I read cases. In fact, I'm thoroughly familiar with the law surrounding guns. That's one of several reasons she's asked
'Which you'd like to do without me,' Sarah answered calmly. 'So let's stop playing games.
'I didn't call Mary—you did. I've never met with Mary alone. And after she leaves here, I'm not going to call her to explain why you shouldn't represent her, or I should.' Sarah's voice became crisp. 'On the other hand, I'm quite confident that as soon as
After an instant, Lenihan shrugged. 'I'm sure you're an able lawyer, Sarah. At least you've read a lot about guns. That's because, for you, the client is the cause.
'To me, the client is Mary. My job is to bring thirty years of experience to a single cause—to simplify the case, to present the most attractive facts to the jury in the most persuasive possible way, and to win Mary the largest recovery possible.' Pausing, Lenihan gave Mary Costello an encouraging smile. 'And, not incidentally, inflicting so much pain on Lexington that an entire industry will shiver.
'I understand the First Lady's affinity for the Kilcannon Center. I'm sure, as an older sister, she means to look after you. But when it comes to the courtroom—as the President would say if he were here—there's no one better suited than I. You don't need me wasting time in needless quarrels over strategy.'
Turning, he held up a placating hand to Sarah. 'I, too, admire the Center. It's simply a question of whether you're the right lawyer for Mary's wrongful death action. You're not. Both because of inexperience and because public interest lawyers push the law to its limits. Even if that endangers the
Smiling, Sarah spoke to Mary. 'Bob's right,' she acknowledged. 'I'd like you to advance this lawsuit in a way which protects others from suffering as you have.
'I'll never conceal that. I think you should