Mickey Haller 4 - The Fifth Witness

the Deadline Hollywood site. I started scrolling. It looked like a list of short reports on Hollywood deals, box office estimates and studio comings and goings. Who bought and sold what, who left what agency, who was going down and who was going up, that sort of thing.
    “Okay, what am I looking for here?”
    “Scroll down to three forty-five this afternoon.”
    The posts on the blog were time-stamped. I did as instructed and came to the late afternoon post Gotler wanted me to see. The headline alone kicked me in the nuts.
    Archway Grabs Real-Life Murder MysteryDahl/McReynolds to produceSources tell me that Archway Pictures has anted up six figures against a seven-figure backend to acquire rights to the foreclosure-revenge case currently twisting its way through the justice system here in LaLaLand. The accused, Lisa Trammel, was represented by Herb Dahl in the deal and he will produce alongside Archway’s Clegg McReynolds. The multitiered deal includes TV and documentary rights. The ending of the story, however, has yet to be written as Trammel still faces trial in the murder of the banker who was trying to foreclose on her house. In a press release McReynolds said Trammel’s story will be used to put a magnifying glass on the foreclosure epidemic that has swept across the country in recent years. She is expected to go to trial in two months.
    “That motherfucker,” I said.
    “Yeah, that’s about right,” Gotler said. “What the hell is going on? I’m out there trying to sell this thing and was very close to a deal with Lakeshore and then I read this! Are you kidding me, Haller? You stab me in the back like this?”
    “Look, I don’t know exactly what is going on here but I have a contract with Lisa Trammel and—”
    “Do you know this guy Dahl? I do and he’s a complete sleaze.”
    “I know, I know. He tried to make a move and I shut his ass down. He got Lisa to sign something but—”
    “Ah, jeez, she signed with this guy?”
    “No. I mean yes, but after she signed with me. I have a contract. I have first po—”
    I stopped right there. The contracts. I remembered making copies and giving them to Dahl. I then put the originals back in the file in the trunk of the Lincoln. Dahl saw the whole thing.
    “Son of a bitch!”
    “What is it?”
    I looked at the stack of files on the corner of my desk. They had all been generated by the Lisa Trammel case. But I had not brought in the files from the trunk of the Lincoln because I had been lazy. I figured they were all old contracts and old cases and maybe I wasn’t sure how I would ultimately like working out of a bricks-and-mortar office. The contracts file was still in the trunk.
    “Joel, I’ll call you right back.”
    “Hey, what is—”
    I closed the phone and headed to the door. The Victory Building had its own two-level garage but it was not attached. I had to leave the building and walk to the garage next door. I trotted up the ramp and on the second level headed to my car, popping the trunk with the remote as I approached. My Lincoln was the only vehicle left on the upper level. I pulled the contracts file and leaned under the light from the trunk lid to look for the agreement Lisa Trammel had signed.
    It wasn’t there.
    To say I was angry was an understatement. I shoved the file back into its slot and slammed the lid. I pulled my phone and called Lisa as I headed back to the ramp. The call went to message.
    “Lisa, this is your attorney. I thought we agreed that when I called you, you would answer. No matter what time, no matter what you were doing. But here I am calling and you’re not answering. Call… me… back. I want to talk to you about your little friend Herb and the deal he just made. I am sure you are aware of it. But what you may not be aware of is that I am going to be suing his ass for this stunt. I’m going to put him under the earth, Lisa. So call me back! Now!”
    I closed the phone and squeezed it as I headed down the ramp. I barely noticed the two men walking up the ramp until one of them called to me.
    “Hey, you’re that guy, right?”
    I stopped, confused by the question, my mind still firmly wrapped around Herb Dahl and Lisa Trammel.
    “Excuse me?”
    “The lawyer. You’re the famous lawyer from TV.”
    They both moved toward me. They were young guys in bomber jackets, hands in their pockets. I didn’t want to stop to make small talk.
    “Uh, no, I think you’ve got the wrong—”
    “No, man, that’s