SorryâHollis.â
âOld habits die hard.â I sat back in the chair.
âOkay, letâs cut to the chase. Why the visit? Itâs been years since the last time I saw you. Then you said, and I quote, âNo, offense, Iâm never coming back here again.â â
I nodded. âWhat can I say? Thatâs why you should never burn any bridges.â I went over to his bookshelf. âJeffrey, do you have a family? I meanââ
âIâm a loner. Donât avoid my question.â
I gave him a look to let him know I didnât believe him. I wouldnât want ex-felons to know anything about my personal life, either. I placed my manila folder on the only cleared space on his desk. âI spoke without thinking back then. Now I need your help.â
A crease formed between his eyebrows. âDoes this have to do with Norrisâ death?â The tone of his voice had changed.
âWhy would you think that?â
âThe police were here yesterday. They requested club membersâ background records. They asked a lot of questions about the initial formation of the club and how members were selected.â
My heart took off in my chest. Breathe. Breathe. âTheyâve already talked to me. Iâm not here about the club.â
âYou okay?â He offered me a cup of water.
I shook my head.
âIâm kind of bummed out about the whole thing,â he said. âI thought the club was one of my success stories.â
âDonât write us off so fast.â I took another breath. âIâm hoping youâll recommend me for a Certificate of Rehabilitation.â
He raised an eyebrow but let me go on with my speech.
âAbout two years ago, I assisted one of Triple Dâs criminal attorneys who had a very rich client with an errant son. I learned California has a restoration of rights law. I prepared court documents to get his record cleared. Our client worked hard to write a statement and obtain the signatures and references that eventually led to his sonâs pardon. I want a pardon, too. Under the penal code, the law permits someone convicted of a crime to petition the court to re-open the case, set aside the plea and dismiss the matter. Iâve done my research and I know I qualify. I completed parole and Iâve kept my record clean for five years.â
Jeffrey nodded in acknowledgment.
âI know expungement wonât erase my criminal record, but my finding of guilt would be dismissed. I could then honestly and legally answer a question about my criminal history and say that I hadnât been convicted of a crime. Eventually, Iâd submit a request to the court to have it converted to a full pardon.â
I took another deep breath.
He gave me a long look. Finally he got up, took a book off a nearby shelf and started flipping through pages. I knew what he was searching for. A Rehabilitation Pardon is usually granted to persons who demonstrate exemplary behavior following a felony conviction. A useful, productive and law-abiding life wouldnât be enough. The life Iâd led had to be stellar.
Jeffrey wasnât a large man, but he always looked huge to me. Kind of like a puffin I saw on the National Geographic channel. The bird is relatively small, but to help it survive in a big bird world, Mother Nature gave it guts and the ability to blow up its chest. These talents made it appear just as large and formidable as its peers. That was Jeffrey.
He set the open book in front of me. âIâm familiar with the petition. They arenât easy to come by.â His index finger tapped a long paragraph and then, without saying another word, he sat down at his desk.
I knew it by heartâthe checklist of qualifying requirements. âIâm determined. I know what it takes but I think I can make my case. I want to finish law school and take the California Bar.â
âI see.â He fiddled with