Nothing Less of Evil

Edward Bennett Williams had a private meeting with James Hoffa, and assured him that they would win their case. Williams was an excellent lawyer, an orator who could convince a jury that his client was an innocent misunderstood individual; whether he was or not. When Williams looked at the evidence that Kennedy and the prosecution had against Jimmy Hoffa he laughed.

"This'll be like taking candy from a baby, Jimmy, candy from a baby."

They both laughed.

What the case boiled down to in the end would be one man's word against another. But there was a book somewhere, a small notebook that contained entries and receipts, names and figures; a book full of evidence that would be so damning to those named inside, that if it ever reached prosecution hands, not even a lawyer like Edward Bennett Williams would be able to save the defendant.


Steve Brown drove his car to Toledo. It was good to get out of the city for a while. What struck Steve the most was the horizon. In the city, his horizon was the tenements across the street, and the sun set at least an hour before it began to get dark. But out here the world was flat and the sky was large; a man could feel exposed in this emptiness, for there was nowhere to hide, no city to lose oneself in, just a few clapboard farmhouses in a land that was dazzling white with the snow. Yet this altered awareness, this different perspective of the world, let you see things a little differently, let you believe that there was more than one way to live a life.

He reached Toledo around dusk, and went straight to the station. The clerk who had sold Jenny Mitchell the ticket had just come on duty. Joey showed the clerk Jenny's picture and the clerk told him what he had told Lenny before, that she'd got a ticket for Chicago. He also told Steve that Jenny had a black eye and a fat lip, and that confirmed Steve's suspicions. But he also knew that this girl would have realized that they would have come looking for her, and this trail of breadcrumbs that she'd left them to Chicago was a little too obvious. Of course she could have thought that Chicago was a big enough city to lose herself in, but Steve had a hunch that that wasn't the case here. She could have gone in any direction from here, not just Chicago, but towards Cleveland or south to Columbus.

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