True Evil

was speaking in a kind of code-a code that Andrew Rusk was silently fitting into a particular system of moral calculus, one evolved over years of listening to frustrated people, most of them men. Everybody got angry during a divorce; it was axiomatic. Most people even got homicidally angry for a day or two. But the majority of those people soon got over their anger and resigned themselves to the fact that life from then on was going to be one long compromise.

But some people refused to compromise. Especially the very rich. It was probably a matter of habit as much as anything. Whatever the case, Carson Barnett had already fallen into line with a couple of essential laws of Rusk's system, and they were coming to the part of the conversation in which the lawyer could play a meaningful part.

'So you want to divorce your wife,' he said in a somber tone.

'Yessir, I do. I never thought it would come to this, but by God she's drove me to it.'

Rusk nodded sagely. 'A lot of attorneys would discourage you, Mr. Barnett. They'd encourage you to seek counseling.'

'Call me Carson, Andy. Please. And let me stop you right there. The only counseling Luvy would try was her pastor, and one visit was more than I could stomach. You never heard such hogwash in your life. I stood up and told him Jesus doesn't have a damn thing to do with our marriage, and the Lord was lucky for it.'

Rusk smiled in appreciation of his client's rustic wit. 'I'm not going to discourage you, Carson. Because I can see that you're in love. Truly in love.'

'You got that right.'

'True love is a wonderful thing. But I can tell from all you've told me, and from your manner, that you anticipate some trouble from Luvy with this idea of splitting up.'

'Oh, hell, yes,' Barnett said with a look of something like fear in his eyes.

Rusk had a feeling that Luvy Barnett was a formidable woman.

'Luvy don't even believe in divorce, Andy. Says it's a sin. Says it's the root of all the evil in this world.'

'I thought money was the root of all evil.'

Barnett snorted. 'Luvy don't have nothing against money. No, sir. No problem with money at all.'

'Isn't that convenient?'

'You said it, brother. I talked to her about filing under irreconcilable differences, like my buddy Jack Huston did. Jack's wife and Luvy was best friends a few years back. But, no, she wouldn't hear of it.'

'What did Luvy say exactly?'

'She said I didn't have no grounds to divorce her, and she wasn't going to give me one. She says if I try to go to court, she'll deny me as much time as she can with the children, seeing how I'm a sinner and a terrible role model for them. Course if I stay with her and try again, I'm just an all-around great guy. How about that?'

'She wants you to martyr yourself for the children.'

'You said it, brother! Jesus all over again. Only you can forget the kids. I'm supposed to give up everything for her.'

'Has Luvy said anything about the financial side of things?'

Barnett gritted his teeth for some time before answering. 'She claims she doesn't want any money for herself-beyond half of what I earned while I was married to her-but she wants everything she can legally get for the children, which means all future production from the wells I hit while we was married, or even prospects I mapped out while I was married to her.'

Rusk shook his head as though rendered speechless by the enormity of Luvy's greed.

'She's also hired the meanest goddamn divorce lawyer in Jackson, too, from what I hear.'

Rusk leaned forward at the news of this complication. 'Who did she hire?'

'David Bliss.'

'You're right, Carson. That's bad news, indeed. David Bliss has accountants on permanent retainer who specialize in various businesses. The hot new thing with lawyers like Bliss is medical practices. He gets all the doctors' wives. He has his Jews take their businesses apart piece by piece. By the time the ink is dry on the divorce, the poor medic will be working for his wife for the next twenty years.'

'Well, I'm no doctor, thank God.'

'I'm afraid your position is even worse, Carson. You own tangible assets with documented records of monthly production. You can consider half of those wells gone as of this moment.'

Barnett swallowed audibly.

'And not only could a judge award Luvy half ownership in all your current wells, but he could also base an alimony figure on your current production numbers, while in fact those wells will be going steadily downhill year after year. Correct?'

Barnett had gone white.

'You'd have to go back to court every time the price per barrel dropped, or else you'd be paying too much. You'll spend half your time in court, Carson. Do you have time for that?'

Barnett got up and started pacing the office. 'You know what the price of oil's done lately? Even my old wells have tripled in value. For the past year, I been kicking off wells I capped five years ago. If a judge did projections based on my current production…holy Jesus, I'd owe her at least twenty million, and maybe more. Then there's the rigs, the houses, the boat, the goddamn restaurant…'

Rusk turned away to hide his excitement. This was the client he had been waiting for, the payday that would take him into retirement at forty. The timing couldn't be better, either. Being in business with Eldon Tarver would not be an option for that much longer.

'Please take a seat, Carson,' he said softly. 'You came to me for a reason, didn't you?'

Barnett stopped his flow, looking more than a little lost. Then he sat down and stared at Andrew Rusk like a penitent staring at a priest empowered to offer him a papal dispensation.

'A clever lawyer would tell you to forget about getting divorced.'

'What?' An animal look of suspicion.

'You can't afford it.'

'What do you mean? I'm worth fifty million bucks.'

'Twenty-five, Carson. If you're lucky.'

'That's still real money.'

'Yes, it is.' Rusk leaned back and folded his hands across his chest. 'Let's talk about your kids. Don't you have a son playing football for Jackson Academy?'

A smile broke out across Barnett's face. 'Sure do. Jake's damn good, too. Faster than I was, by a damn sight.'

'How old is Jake?'

'Thirteen.'

Rusk smiled like a proud uncle. 'That's good. At least he'll have some input into the custody issue. What about your other children?'

Barnett's smile vanished. 'Got two little girls, twins.'

'How old?'

'Six. Course, one is eighteen minutes older than her sister.'

A sober nod. 'Six years before they even get to express an opinion. You see what I'm getting at, Carson?'

A long sigh from the big man.

'Getting divorced would cost you twenty-five million dollars and ninety percent of your time with your kids.'

'Ninety percent?'

'If Luvy takes the position you've outlined-and David Bliss represents her-that's correct. You can expect to see them every other weekend, and then a special arrangement for holidays, of course. A few extra hours. I can almost guarantee Father's Day.'

'Father's Day? I was planning on flying Jake up to half the NASCAR races this year.