Supreme Justice

Chapter Ten

Court had been in session, so Brad didn’t get a chance to talk to Justice Moss until late in the day. When he walked into chambers, the judge was writing a draft of an opinion in longhand on a yellow legal pad. A computer stood on a worktable in a corner of the room, gathering cobwebs because Moss, who maintained that she was an old dog who could not learn new tricks, insisted on working with pencil and paper as she had during much of her legal career.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Miller?”

Brad sat in a high-backed, black leather chair across from his boss. “Something odd happened, and I thought you should know about it.”

Moss laid down her pencil and gave Brad her full attention.

“Last night, I was working out in the gym, and Wilhelmina Horst, one of Justice Price’s clerks, struck up a conversation. During it, she mentioned that Price was upset about something you did in conference that concerned the Woodruff petition for cert. Then she asked me what you were going to do in the case.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her I didn’t know anything about the case, which is true. I wouldn’t have thought much about the conversation, except that earlier in the day, while I was eating lunch, Kyle Peterson, another of Price’s clerks, did the same thing. I told him what I told Horst, and he dropped the subject, but I had the distinct impression that they were trying to pump me for information about your vote on the cert petition.”

Justice Moss frowned and went quiet. After a bit, she looked across the desk.

“Justice Price and I had a disagreement during the conference, and the clerks probably overheard him venting. Thanks for telling me about the conversations, but I’m not concerned.”

Brad started to leave. He was halfway to the door when Justice Moss spoke again.

“Don’t mention this to anyone else, Brad. Millard shouldn’t have talked about something that went on in conference, and I don’t want anyone to know what goes on there.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve forgotten what happened already.”

When Brad entered his office, it was empty. Harriet never left work this early, so he assumed that she had gone for a run. He continued to work on a memo outlining his views of the legal issues in a case he’d been assigned. After working steadily for three quarters of an hour, he took a break and printed out a section of the memo. Then he went on the Internet and Googled Millard Price’s name. A long list of hits appeared, and he clicked on a biography on Wikipedia. The first thing that caught his eye was Price’s long friendship with Dennis Masterson, a partner at Rankin Lusk, whom Brad had met at a party at the firm during Ginny’s first week as an associate. With Masterson as Dartmouth ’s quarterback and Price at halfback, the Two Amigos, as they were nicknamed by the press, had won an Ivy League championship and had earned All-Ivy honors.

The friendship had continued at Yale, where they attended law school, and at Rankin Lusk, where Price ended up after law school and Masterson was hired after his service in Vietnam. Price had taken time off from his firm to serve as solicitor general of the United States, then returned to the firm until President Nolan appointed him to the Supreme Court.

“What are you doing?”

Brad turned quickly, startled by Harriet’s silent return to the office. She was wearing a tight-fitting track suit, and her face was damp with perspiration.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Brad complained.

“Sorry. Is that a biography of Millard Price?”

“Yeah.”

“How come you’re reading up on him?”

“I’ve been reading biographies of all the justices,” Brad lied. “Aren’t you curious about how everyone got where they are?”

“Studying the justices was part of my preparation when I applied for my clerkship.”

“Did you apply to more than one chamber?” Brad asked, pretending that he hadn’t noticed the subtle dig. Unlike every other clerk, with the possible exception of Kyle Peterson, Brad had been handed his job at the court.

“No, only Justice Price.”

Brad was confused. “If you only applied to clerk for Justice Price, what are you doing here?”

“He hired too many clerks. There was some mistake. So he asked Justice Moss if she’d take me so he could keep Willie. Each justice is entitled to four clerks, and Justice Moss only had three after she hired you. She took me on as a favor to Justice Price because he didn’t want to have to let me go after promising me the job.”

“That would have been rough.”

“What was rough was being shunted aside for that slut,” Harriet said bitterly.

“Willie?”

“Is there any question why she was hired? Price has been divorced three times, and he always has one clerk with tits bigger than her IQ.”

“Horst went to MIT.”

“Is that what she told you?”

“She was on the basketball team.”

“Her freshman year. Then she transferred to UMass. That’s where she graduated.”

Harriet stopped. “I shouldn’t be talking like this. Sorry. I’m tired and it just slipped out. I’m going to shower.”

“You coming back?”

“Yeah, I still have some stuff to do.”

Harriet left, and Brad thought about what he’d learned about Willie. She’d never told him she was an MIT grad. All she’d said was that she was on the MIT basketball team, which was true. And she had to be pretty smart to get into MIT in the first place, plus she had been hired as a Supreme Court clerk, which was further proof that she wasn’t a dummy, as Harriet had suggested.

Brad put all thoughts of Willie Horst out of his head and got back to his memo. He’d been working for fifteen minutes when someone tapped their knuckles on the doorjamb. Brad turned and found Willie Horst standing in the doorway. Her hair was down and she was wearing a tight-fitting black skirt and a white silk blouse, open at the neck, displaying the tanned and tantalizing curve of her breasts. Brad flushed, embarrassed by the sexual arousal Willie elicited. He also could not help entertaining the irrational idea that his visitor knew that he had been discussing her with Harriet.

“I came to take you up on your invitation to show me the memorabilia in Justice Moss’s chambers,” Willie said.

Brad didn’t remember extending an invitation, but he wasn’t certain he hadn’t.

“Uh, OK. Let me log out.”

Justice Moss had left the lights on in her chambers for the cleaning crew. Brad stepped back, and Willie walked in. Brad felt uncomfortable alone with Horst, and he wanted the tour of the office to go as quickly as possible. He started by pointing out the quote from Justice Bradley.

“So, you’re seeing someone,” she said, as she read the quote.

“We’re engaged.”

“Hmm. This is cute,” Willie said when she finished. Then she wandered over to a photograph of a much younger Felicia Moss and Martin Luther King taken the day of King’s assassination.

“I’ve heard they were lovers,” Willie said.

“That’s an unsubstantiated rumor.”

Have you ever asked her?”

“Of course not.”

Willie laughed and walked over to the justice’s desk. “You’re not uptight about sex, are you?”

“No,” Brad answered, too quickly. The truth was that he’d never been someone who took sex lightly. He was a one-woman man, and the women he’d slept with, with rare exceptions, were women with whom he’d had a serious relationship. His exhausting and painful relationship with one of those women, Bridgett Malloy, was the reason Brad had moved across the country from New York to Oregon after law school. When he’d arrived in Portland, Brad had wondered if he’d ever get over Bridgett, but Ginny had cured him of the symptoms of his tragic romance.

Willie ran her hand along the underside of the desk as if she were stroking a lover, while glancing at the papers stacked on top of the desk.

“I don’t think you should be looking at the judge’s work,” Brad said. He crossed over to Willie to protect Justice Moss’s privacy, even though he didn’t want to get any closer to her than necessary.

“Sorry. Are those the covers of the cases Justice Moss argued in the Court?” she asked, crossing to the far side of the room.

Brad let Willie wander around the judge’s chambers for a while longer. Then he told her that he had to meet Ginny for dinner. Horst took the hint and left. Brad noticed that she hadn’t shown a lot of interest in the justice’s memorabilia, and he wondered if the request for a tour had been a cover for something else.