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It is the late 1970s and criminal defense attorney Harrison J. Walker, better known as Jaywalker for his rebellious tactics, is struggling to build his own practice when he receives a call from a desperate mother. Her son, Darren Kingston, has been arrested for raping five white women in Castle Hill, an area of the Bronx long forgotten by the city.
A young, good-looking black man, Darren is positively identified by four of the victims as the fifth prepares to do the same. Everyone--from the prosecution to the community at large--sees this as an open-and-shut case with solid eyewitness testimony. Everyone, that is, except Jaywalker.
The young attorney looks deep into the crimes, studying both the characters involved and the character of our society. What he finds will haunt him for the rest of his career.
- Sales Rank: #1108414 in eBooks
- Published on: 2012-10-15
- Released on: 2012-10-15
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In the middle of the night
Jaywalker is dreaming when the ringing of his phone jars him awake. Something about hiking with his wife in the Canadian Rockies. He understands right away it has to have been a dream, because his wife has been dead for nearly ten years now, and he hasn't hiked the Rockies in twice that long.
Groping in the darkness for the phone, his first fear is for his daughter. Is she out driving? Riding with some pimply-faced boyfriend who's had his learner's permit for two weeks now and thinks of driving as some sort of video game? Then he remembers. His daughter is in her early thirties. She has a husband with no pimples, a child of her own, a career, and a house in New Jersey.
"Hello?" Jaywalker says into the phone, then holds his breath and readies himself for the worst. The clock radio next to the phone glows 3:17.
"Pete?" says an unfamiliar male voice.
"I think," says Jaywalker, "that you may have dialed the wrong number. What number were you trying to—"
The line goes dead. No "Sorry," no "Oops." Just a click, followed by silence and eventually a dial tone.
Jaywalker recradles the phone. He lies on his back in the dark, feeling his pulse pounding in his temples. Relief and annoyance duel for his attention, but only briefly. For already, Jaywalker is elsewhere. He's lying in bed in the dark, to be sure, but somehow his hair is brown instead of gray, his face less lined, his body more muscular. And his wife lies beside him, her warm body pressed against his back.
"Who was it?" she asks him.
"A mother," he says. "A mother whose son has just been arrested. A rape case. And it sounds like a bad one."
"For them," says Jaywalker's wife. "But that means a good one for you, right?"
"Right," agrees Jaywalker. He's not yet thirty, this younger version of him. He's been out of Legal Aid for a little over a year now, struggling to build a practice on his own. And struggling is definitely the operative word here. So he knows his wife is right: what's bad for the young man and his family is at the same time good for the lawyer and his. One of the strange paradoxes of criminal law that Jaywalker will never quite get comfortable with: that his earning a living is dependent upon the suffering of others.
What this younger Jaywalker doesn't know, what he has absolutely no way of knowing at this point, as he lies in the dark, is that this new case will be different, that it will mark a crossroads in his career and in his life. Should he live to be a hundred, no case that will ever come his way will end up affecting him as this one will. Before he's done with it, and it with him, it will change him in ways that will be as profound as they are unimaginable. It will transform him, molding him and pounding him and shaping him into the lawyer and the man he is today, almost thirty years later. So this is more than just the case he'll forever wake up to when the phone rings in the middle of the night. This is the case that he'll retry in his mind over and over again for the rest of his days, changing a phrase here, adding a word there, tweaking his summation for the hundredth—no, the thousandth—time. And long after he's grown old and senile and has forgotten the names and faces and details of other cases, this is the one that Jaywalker will remember on his deathbed, as clearly and as vividly as if it began yesterday.
No doubt whatsoever
That the case had come Jaywalker's way at 3:17 in the morning, while unusual, was not entirely unprecedented. That it had come by way of his home telephone was actually rather typical. Jaywalker had early on developed the habit of giving out his home number liberally. It was but one of many things that distinguished him from his colleagues, who never would have thought of doing such a thing, the functional equivalent of a physician's house call. Moreover, as technology advanced, with the advent of beepers, pagers, car phones, cell phones and BlackBer-ries, Jaywalker stuck to the practice with characteristic stubbornness, continuing to invite clients and their families to call him at home whenever the need arose. As it had apparently arisen for Inez Kingston on that particular night in September of 1979.
Then, as now, Jaywalker had answered with a fearful "Hello?" notwithstanding the fact that he knew his daughter was safely in bed upstairs and wouldn't even be of driving age for another twelve or thirteen years. Whatever the circumstance, there seems to be something about the midnight phone call that inspires instant dread.
"Mr. Jaywalker?" the woman had said.
"Yes."
"This is Inez Kingston. You represented my son Darren last year. Maybe you remember."
"Sure," said Jaywalker. "I remember." The name did sound familiar, though if pressed, he would have had trouble attaching a face to it, or recalling what the charges had been and how the case had turned out.
"I'm afraid it's Darren again," she said. "They've got him at the precinct. They say he raped some women. They won't tell me any more."
"What precinct?"
"The Forty-third."
Jaywalker jotted down Inez's number in the dark, something he'd learned to do. Otherwise, brilliant ideas that came to him in the middle of the night had a way of vanishing before morning. Written down on paper, they tended to lose some of their brilliance, but at least they survived.
He found the number for the 43rd Precinct. He knew from the precinct number that it had to be somewhere in the Bronx, but other than that, he didn't have a clue. Ninety percent of his practice was in Manhattan, which he liked to think of in sports language as his home court. Of course, at this particular stage of his career, the math wasn't all that hard to do: it didn't exactly require a calculator to convert nine out of ten cases into a percentage.
He reached the precinct and had the desk officer transfer his call to the squad room. There a detective confirmed that they did indeed have a Darren Kingston locked up. He'd been booked for five separate rapes and would be making court in the morning.
Jaywalker thanked the detective and called Inez back. He told her what he'd been able to find out, and offered to meet her in court at nine o'clock. Before hanging up, he told her not to worry. Like most people, if you woke Jaywalker up in the middle of the night, he could be pretty stupid.
It took him an hour or so, and the continued warmth of his wife's body pressed up against his own, but he eventually managed to fall back to sleep. He was sure Inez Kingston didn't.
He had a car back in those days, Jaywalker did. Or sort of. It was an ancient Volkswagen Beetle, its exterior equal parts blue paint and orange rust. The running boards had fallen off, the heater was history, the wipers stuck when they weren't busy scratching the windshield, and the horn worked if you were lucky enough to happen upon the "sweet spot" of the rim.
But it was transportation, something that came in handy when you'd been forced to flee the city's rich rents and poor public schools, and move to the suburbs. If Ber-genfield, New Jersey, qualified as a suburb. What it was, was a blue-collar, working-class community, where Jaywalker could mow his own lawn, rake his own leaves and shovel his own driveway without being mistaken for a hired man. Even if his wife hoped for better things, it suited him just fine.
Aiming the VW toward the Bronx that following morning, Jaywalker tried to remember what he could about Darren Kingston. He'd been one of Jaywalker's first clients after he'd left Legal Aid. His mother, Inez, worked at what today is referred to as the Department of Social Services. Back then it was the Welfare Department. Progress, no doubt. One of Inez's coworkers there was Jaywalker's sister-in-law. It had been at her suggestion that Inez had called Jaywalker when Darren had gotten into trouble. Along with two other young black men, he'd been arrested for robbing an elderly white man. Although the case had sounded bad at first, it turned out to be pretty harmless. One of the other defendants had done some work for the man and had had a dispute over how much money was owed him. When he went to collect, he brought his friends along. One of his friends being a knife. Seeing as Darren himself hadn't possessed it, had had very little involvement in the matter and had never been in any sort of trouble before, the charges against him had eventually been dropped.
This time, Jaywalker thought as he maneuvered around the potholes, trash and broken glass of the South Bronx, he was pretty sure things weren't going to be quite so easy.
Arraignments took place in a dark gray building at 161st Street and Washington Avenue, half a block from the abandoned elevated tracks above Third Avenue. It was one of two buildings that together made up the Bronx Criminal Court. Rumor had it that both had been condemned as unsafe since the early 1950s, and in fact they would finally be abandoned a few years later, replaced by a large modern structure closer to the Grand Concourse.
At the time, however, the decaying building was, for most people, their first encounter with what passed for Bronx justice. The floors were stained and uneven. Where they were supposed to be tiled, whole sections of tiles had been removed. Where they were wood, they were splintered and suffering from years of dry rot. The walls were cracked and paint-chipped, and covered with graffiti that was anti-police, anti-white, anti-black, anti-Hispanic, anti-gay, anti-just about everything. The two elevators took turns being out of order. Rather than guessing, Jaywalker headed for the stairwell. Just before entering, he took a deep gulp of air, then breathed through his mouth as he climbed, in order to block out as much of the stench of old urine as he could.
Reaching the second floor, he recognized Inez Kingston and her husband, Marlin. She was a short, heavyset woman whose pleasant smile and soft West Indian accent masked an inner nervousness and chronic high blood pressure. He was an equally short, wiry man with a face that wore the two-day-old stubble of a nightshift worker for the Transit Department. ...
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful.
"Bronx Justice" - Whose Life Is It Anyway?
By Jeffrey Litman
Reviewed by J.Litman (New York)
I first met up with Jaywalker in "The Tenth Case". I was looking forward to reading more of Jay; and along came "Bronx Justice". Was I disappointed? Was Teller a one-book wonder? Absolutely not! If you have ever been in a courtroom, whether as a defendent, juror, witness, etc., then you easily recognize the ups and downs in this courtroom drama. Will Darren be found innocent of the rape charges or guilty? What makes Jay so sure Darren is telling the truth? Would you put Darren on the stand in his defense? Do you believe all those victims? Do you believe the police, the prosecutor, the judge? Joseph Teller has written another well paced thriller that will keep the reader guessing until the very end. Kudos to Teller; let's have more of Jay!
10 of 13 people found the following review helpful.
Truth Often Stranger Than Fiction
By Lawrence D. Zeilinger
A couple of chapters into Joseph Teller's "Bronx Justice" I felt a strange feeling. I couldn't be sure, but the more I read, I became more certain: This was no novel. Although in form it is, and has all the right qualifications, it is a roman a clef, the true story of a young lawyer at the outset of his career on one of the most difficult, gut-wrenching, heart-bursting cases he will ever take to trial.
At that point I began strongly suspecting, besides the fact that Teller's debut novel was "The Tenth Case" (see my review), that "Justice" was in the can long before "Tenth." That Teller's publisher looked down its reading glasses and wondered if he was a one-trick pony. A tentative deal was made: We'll buy your book, but we want to see if you can write another one. "Tenth" was born and published before "Justice". And Teller's third novel, "Depraved Indifference", published third.
There is something about all three of these books that grabbed my attention. First, all of them are a little too long. But to reduce the volume of the bodies of work, which never drag, would be an injustice. Because Teller is a real-life trial lawyer and what he has to say about the nuances of courts and criminal litigation procedure should make all his books required reading in law schools. Especially "Bronx Justice." Not since that great forgotten classic of the 1950s, Erle Stanley Gardner's "The Court of Last Resort", has any courtroom drama writing rung so true and crystal clear as a bell.
"Bronx Justice" is the story of a man Teller here calls Darren Kingston, a young black man in his early 20s accused of raping five white women in what in the 1980s was a predominantly white housing project. As the jury pool is predominantly white. As the deck of cards continues being viciously stacked against Teller's protagonist, the attorney known as Jaywalker, it consumes and tortures him. More than once do we see him in his private moments break down and cry. It appears to be an unwinnable case, the one where Jaywalker who in his later years becomes an ace, makes all his first mistakes. Things get so bad Jaywalker's client, near story's end, is actually convicted. And that's where the magnificence of this story begins.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Stunning courtroom drama
By Sandy Kay
This is the second in the Jaywalker series of novels, but it takes place 30 years before the first one, which is The Tenth Case (MIRA). So even if you have not read the first book, you will not have to worry about missing information for this one.
These days most of the legal dramas are in the "thriller" genre, with fewer of them concentrating on the criminal trial process itself. This book is purely about the legal process of a criminal trial with no outside danger. Because there is no sense of impending danger to keep the reader turning the pages and the legal process can be pretty boring, the story has to provide the sense of urgency to keep readers going. The author does it very well.
In the first book in the series, Jaywalker is an experienced criminal defense lawyer known for cutting corners and pulling shady stunts that have gotten his license to practice law suspended. In this book, Jaywalker is still a young attorney recently out of the public defenders office and trying to build a solo criminal defense practice. He's had some success but hasn't yet learned all the tricks that will eventually get him into trouble. He is retained by the family of a young black man accused of raping 5 white or Hispanic women. The book starts with the middle of the night phone call from the defendant's mother and follows the process of the case.
The author gives plenty of suspense just in wondering if his client is really as innocent as he claims to be (despite four women who insist he is their attacker) and whether Jaywalker is going to get him acquitted. The pace of the book and the narrative makes the reader feel Jaywalker's anxiety over the fact that he has won acquittals for clients he knows are guilty but he might lose this case for a client he believes might be innocent. The sense of urgency Jaywalker feels as the legal process grinds on, and the various lengths to which he will go to try to prove his client is innocent, are the fuel that keeps the reader engrossed in the story.
The time period of the case is interesting because the law and science involved in rape trials has changed dramatically since the 1970s. Because of the familiarity with shows like the Law & Order and CSI franchises, readers know that if this case had occurred today, DNA evidence would have proved whether or not Jaywalker's client had raped those women. And the fingerprint evidence would have been easier to process.
I really enjoy courtroom drama-style novels and this one is definitely worth reading. I kept wanting to skip ahead to the end to see what happened but forced myself to read it in order and am glad I did.
If you enjoy legal fiction, especially the courtroom drama type, this one should be on your "must read" list. The author has years of experience as a criminal defense lawyer and it shows. The notes at the back of the book indicate this was based on an actual case and an actual client he represented. I expect he has had more interesting cases over the course of his career and am looking forward to the next installment in this series.
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