The Lincoln Lawyer, the film based on Michael Connelly’s bestselling novel arrives in movie theaters today. As Connelly wrote on The Huffington Post,” it has been a ten-year journey from inspiration to book to film and the miles along the way have been replete with serendipity and good luck.” Here, we present Chapter 3 of the book that inspired the movie. (Missed Chapter 1 or Chapter 2? Read them first.)
In the hallway outside the courtroom I turned my cell phone back on and called my driver to tell him I was coming out. I then checked voicemail and found messages from Lorna Taylor and Fernando Valenzuela. I decided to wait until I was in the car to make the callbacks.
Earl Briggs, my driver, had the Lincoln right out front. Earl didn’t get out and open the door or anything. His deal was just to drive me while he worked off the fee he owed me for getting him probation on a cocaine sales conviction. I paid him twenty bucks an hour to drive me but then held half of it back to go against the fee. It wasn’t quite what he was making dealing crack in the projects but it was safer, legal and something that could go on a résumé. Earl said he wanted to go straight in life and I believed him.
I could hear the sound of hip-hop pulsing behind the closed windows of the Town Car as I approached. But Earl killed the music as soon as I reached for the door handle. I slid into the back and told him to head toward Van Nuys.
“Who was that you were listening to?” I asked him.
“Um, that was Three Six Mafia.”
Over the years, I had become knowledgeable in the subtle distinctions, regional and otherwise, in rap and hip-hop. Across the board, most of my clients listened to it, many of them developing their life strategies from it.