the best I can for my clients. I turn over every stone, file a mountain of motions, and I eat, drink, and sleep their cases until trial. But I vowed to myself two things long ago, lessons learned early in my career.â Hellstrom looked Sean in the eyes. âFirst, if anyoneâs going to jail, itâs going to be my client, not me. So no matter how badly I want to win, I always play by the rules. Second, if my client goes to jail, I donât take it personally. My clients are not my friends, not my familyâtheyâre my clients. â
Sean began to understand why they called him âthe jury master.â His manner. Hellstrom had a homespun sincerityâhe was a truth tellerâand you wanted him to continue talking, telling you his story, dispensing his wisdom.
âThis morning, one of the associates at my office sent me an e-mail that had a video clip of an interview you gave the press. I normally donât open these types of things.â Hellstrom pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose loudly.
âYou may be too young, but do you remember the days before we got deluged with all this YouTube and Internet crap? Anyway, this associate, a young guy fresh out of law school includes a note that says I really should watch it, so I did. And I was struck by your words aboutâno, your faith inâthe system.â
Sean narrowed his eyes. âIâm not some naïve kid, Mr. Hellstrom, so please donâtââ
âOf course not. But maybe Iâve been doing this too long, or itâs the type of cases I handle, but I see things a little differently. I donât know what your experience was at the solicitor generalâs office, but in my practice there are some casesâusually the big onesâwhere the government canât see straight. Good people do strange things. Look at the Roger Clemens trial or the Ted Stevens and John Edwards cases.â
âSo whatâs your point, Mr. Hellstrom?â
âPlease, call me Blake.â
Sean waited for a response.
âMy point,â Hellstrom said finally, âand the reason I came here today, is that Iâm convinced Malik Montgomery is innocent.â
Sean scoffed and stood. âI think weâre done here.â
Hellstrom held up his hands in retreat. âPlease, Mr. Serratâ¦â
âIf your client is innocent, Iâm sure heâll be in great hands with you as his lawyer. I just donât see what you hope to achieve byââ
âIâm not sure myself why Iâm here,â Hellstrom said. âItâs the damndest thing. I just kept thinking of that video of you and something compelled me to walk over. Please, if youâll just hear me out.â
Sean gave an exasperated sigh and sat back down.
âYouâre not the decision maker, and the governmentâs gonna do what itâs gonna do with this case. But this is your daughter. And, unlike all the defendants Iâve ever represented, Iâve never felt the terror Iâm feeling with Malik Montgomery. Nothing we say here goes beyond this room and I wonât be telling anyone you spoke with me. I just ask you to consider something.â Hellstrom raised two fingers. âThey have only two pieces of evidence as far as I can tell: One, Malik was at the Supreme Court the night your daughter was murdered. And two, her phone was found at his home.â
âNo, thatâs not all,â Sean countered. âHe lied. He lied about being at the scene of the crime. I know, I was there. Malik looked me in the eye and he lied.â
Hellstrom gave a sympathetic gaze. âMore than a hundred people were in the court that evening for a reception. Malik shouldâve told the FBI he went in to speak with your daughter, but by that point he was scared and knew the direction things were headed. Malik may be affluent, but heâs still had to grow up in this city as a black man. He has good