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The Associate

Not just accepted, but unanimously so. Kyle nodded but said nothing.

"We’ve read the summary prepared by your lawyer," Meezer said slowly, methodically. "It is fascinating, and troubling, and it raises a number of questions. I suggest we address them in order of priority."

Fine, fine, yes, agreed all around the table.

"The first issue is what to do with you, Mr. McAvoy. We understand the reasons behind your theft, but it was a theft nonetheless. You took the confidential files of a valuable client for purposes that had not been authorized by this firm. A criminal prosecution is in order, do you agree?"

Kyle had been told to keep his mouth shut unless Roy approved a response.

"A criminal prosecution is possible," Roy admitted. "But there is nothing to be gained. The firm lost nothing."

"Loss is not a requirement, Mr. Benedict."

"Agreed, technically. But let’s be practical. Kyle had no intention of turning over the documents once he’d taken them. He did so only to stop a conspiracy to seriously harm this firm and its client."

"The FBI will not cooperate in a criminal prosecution, Mr. Meezer," Delano said, the heavy hand of the federal government.

"Nor will the Department of Justice," added Wingate.

"Thank you," Meezer said. "But we don’t need your help. Theft can be a state charge, and we have some nice contacts with the authorities here in the city. However, we are not inclined to pursue this as a criminal matter." Heavy emphasis on the word "criminal." "There is little to be gained and much to be lost. We don’t want our clients worried about confidentiality, and this little episode would make a wonderful story in the press."

Wilson Rush was glaring at Kyle, but Doug occupied himself with a legal pad. He was there because Kyle fell under his immediate supervision, and because the firm needed bodies, a grim show of force at this unfortunate moment. Kyle watched Doug, ignored Rush, and wondered how many of the six partners over there were billing Trylon at a double rate since they’d been dragged in on a Sunday.

Billing. Billing. He hoped he never saw another time sheet, never again glanced at his watch and divided an hour into tenths, never again tallied things up at the end of the month to make sure he’d gone over two hundred hours, padding here and there if he came up a few hours short.

"As to the matter of ethics," Meezer was saying, "this is a serious breach of a client’s confidence. The state disciplinary committee should be notified."

He paused long enough for someone on the other side to respond. "I thought you were trying to avoid publicity," Roy said. "These matters are supposed to be private, but we know that they’re often leaked. And if Kyle gets reprimanded or disbarred, it becomes public record. A Scully & Pershing associate disbarred for taking confidential files. Is that the story you want splashed in the New York Lawyer?"

At least four of the six were slowly shaking their heads, and it dawned on Kyle that they were as nervous as he was. Their vaunted reputation was on the line. A major client might pull its business. Others could follow. Scully’s competitors would use the breach of security as a piece of delicious gossip to spread all over Wall Street.

"Do you plan to stay in New York, Mr. McAvoy?" Meezer asked.

Roy nodded, and Kyle said, "No, I can’t."

"Very well. If you agree to forgo the practice of law in the state of New York, we will agree to forget the ethical violations."

"Agreed," Kyle said, and maybe a bit too quickly because he couldn’t wait to leave the city.

Meezer shuffled through some notes as if there were a dozen tough topics to cover, but the meeting was practically over. The meeting was important so that the firm could officially dismiss Kyle, perhaps flog him a bit, listen to his apology, and then both sides could say good riddance.

"Where is this blue box?" Wilson Rush asked.

"Locked in my office," Roy said.

"And it has nothing but the Category A files?"

"That’s correct," Roy said.

"I’d like for our security people to see it."

"Anytime."

"But we would like to be present," Delano added. "If this Bennie character is caught, the box is exhibit No. 1."

"Any progress on the search?" Meezer asked, veering off script.

Delano could never say there was no progress when searching for a suspect, so he gave the standard "We are pursuing leads. We’re still confident."

In other words, no.

More shuffling of paper, more shifting of rear ends. "In your summary, Mr. McAvoy, you allude to additional security issues within Scully & Pershing. Care to expand on this?"

A nod from Roy, and Kyle began, "Yes, but first I want to apologize for my actions. I hope you understand the reasons behind what I did, but I was still wrong. And I apologize. As far as security, I met with these thugs ten times while I was in New York. The first meeting was in February, the tenth meeting was last Tuesday night. I took meticulous notes of each meeting  –  dates, places, duration, who was present, what was said, everything I could remember afterward. My attorney has these notes. The FBI has a copy. On three occasions, I was given information that could only be known by someone within this firm. I think there’s another spy. For example, Bennie, and I hate to use that name because it’s just an alias, but it’s all we have, but Bennie knew about the warehouse full of documents, down south, as he said. During one meeting he and Nigel, another alias, hinted that they were making progress in breaching the security of the warehouse. They knew about the secret room on the eighteenth floor. Bennie knew every name of every partner and associate assigned to the lawsuit. Bennie knew that a young lawyer named McDougle was leaving, that he worked under a senior associate named Sherry Abney on the Trylon case, and Bennie told me to start playing squash because Sherry enjoyed the game. Bennie handed me copies of pleadings, motions, rulings  –  I have over six hundred pages of the court file that, as you know, is locked away and kept from the public."

Three of the six jaws had dropped on the other side, not down to their chests, not the kick-me-in-the-gut shock of sudden, horrific news, but a stunning blow nonetheless. The nightmare of one lowly associate tapping into their impenetrable defenses was bad enough. Now there might be another?

And just to give them more heartburn, Kyle added something he truly believed, but couldn’t prove. "And I don’t think it’s an associate," he said, then withdrew from the fray and settled back into his chair.

All six partners had the same thought. If it’s not an associate, then it must be a partner.

Doug Peckham swallowed hard, cleared his throat, and attempted to speak. "Are you saying – "

Next to him, Wilson Rush quickly raised his right hand, partially in Doug’s space. Like a king calling for silence, a quick lifting of the hand, and all was quiet for the moment.

Roy finally said, "Anything else?"

"I believe that’s all," Meezer said. After an awkward few seconds, Roy stood, followed by Kyle and Delano and Wingate. The six partners did not budge. They sat frozen, with matching scowls, as Kyle and his little entourage left the room.

Chapter 42

In the lobby of the building, they were met by the same three large young men who’d brought Kyle from the hotel. The group made it safely outside, onto Broad Street, then walked one block east to the building next door, where Roy worked, sixteen floors up. The three agents, bodyguards really, camped in a reception area and began waiting again. Inside Roy’s office, Drew Wingate decided that his job was over. He excused himself and promised to help in any way possible. After he left, Kyle, Roy, and Delano gathered around Roy’s small conference table. Some poor secretary, beckoned on a Sunday, served them coffee with a smile.

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