Special Circumstances

Special Circumstances

by Sheldon Siegel


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ISBN-13: 9780991391202
Publisher: Sheldon M. Siegel, Inc.
Publication date: 09/01/2000
Series: Mike Daley/Rosie Fernandez , #1
Pages: 500
Sales rank: 1,226,299
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.01(d)

About the Author

Sheldon Siegel is a graduate of the Boalt Law School at the University of California-Berkeley. He has been in private practice in San Francisco for over fifteen years, and practices corporate and securities law there. He lives in Marin County with his wife and twin sons.

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“Founded in 1929 and headquartered in San Francisco, Simpson and Gates is the largest full-service law firm based west of the Mississippi. With over nine hundred attorneys in eighteen offices on four continents, Simpson and Gates is recognized as an international leader in the legal profession.”
— Simpson and Gates attorney recruiting brochure.

“For three hundred and fifty dollars an hour, I'd bite the heads off live chickens.”
— J. Robert Holmes Jr., chairman, Simpson and Gates corporate department.

Welcoming remarks to new attorneys.

For the last twenty years or so, being a partner in a big corporate law firm has been like having a license to print money. At my firm, Simpson and Gates, we've had a license to print a lot of money.

At six-fifteen in the evening of Tuesday, December 30, the printing press is running at full speed forty-eight floors above California Street in downtown San Francisco in what our executive committee modestly likes to call our world headquarters. Our 320 attorneys are housed in opulent offices on eight floors at the top of the Bank of America Building, a fifty-two-story bronze edifice that takes up almost an entire city block and is the tallest and ugliest testimonial to unimaginative architecture in the city skyline.

Our two-story rosewood-paneled reception area is about the size of a basketball court. A reception desk that is longer than a city bus sits at the south end of the forty-eighth floor, and I can see the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz Island and Sausalito through the glass-enclosed conference room on the north wall. The gray carpet, overstuffed leather chairs andantique coffee tables create the ambiance of a classic men's club, which is entirely appropriate since most of our attorneys and clients are white, male and Republican.

Even in the evening of the customarily quiet week between Christmas and New Year's, our reception area is buzzing with a higher level of activity than most businesses see in the middle of the day. Then again, most businesses aren't the largest and most profitable law firm on the West Coast.

Tomorrow is my last day with the firm and I am trying to shove my way through three hundred attorneys, clients, politicians and other hangers-on who have gathered for one of our insufferable cocktail parties. I hate this stuff. I guess it's appropriate I have to walk the gauntlet one last time.

In the spirit of the holiday season, everybody is dressed in festive dark gray business suits, starched monogrammed white shirts and red power ties. A string quartet plays classical music in front of the blinking lights of our tired-looking twenty-foot Christmas tree. The suits have gathered to drink chardonnay, eat hors d'oeuvres and pay tribute to my soon-to-be ex-partner, Prentice Marshall Gates III, the son of our late founding partner Prentice Marshall Gates II. Prentice III, one of many lawyers in our firm with roman numerals behind his name, is known as Skipper. He is also sailing out of the firm tomorrow. The circumstances of our respective departures are, shall I say, somewhat different.

After my five years as an underproductive partner in our white-collar criminal defense department, our executive committee asked me to leave. I was, in short, fired. Although the request was polite, I was told that if I didn't leave voluntarily, they would invoke Article Seven of our partnership agreement, which states, and I quote, that “a Partner of the Firm may be terminated by the Firm upon the affirmative vote of two-thirds (2/3) of the Partners of the Firm, at a duly called and held meeting of the Partners of the Firm.” In the last three years, fourteen of my partners have been Article Sevened. I have graciously agreed to resign. On Monday, I'll open the law offices of Michael J. Daley, criminal defense attorney, in a subleased office in a walk-up building in the not-so-trendy part of San Francisco's South of Market area. Welcome to the modern practice of law.

Skipper's story is a little different. After thirty years as an underproductive partner in our real estate department, he spent three million dollars of the money he inherited from his father to win a mean-spirited race for district attorney of San Francisco, even though he hasn't set foot in a courtroom in over twenty years. My partners are thrilled. They have never complained about his arrogance, sloppy work and condescending attitude. Hell, the same could be said about most of my partners. What they can't live with is his four-hundred-thousand-dollar draw. He has been living off his father's reputation for years. That's why all the power partners are here. They want to give him a big send-off. More importantly, they want to be sure he doesn't change his mind.

The temperature is about ninety degrees and it smells more like a locker room than a law firm. I nod to the mayor, shake hands with two of my former colleagues from the San Francisco Public Defender's Office and carefully avoid eye contact with Skipper, who is working the room. I overhear him say the DA's office is his first step toward becoming attorney general and, ultimately, governor.

In your dreams, Skipper.

I'm trying to get to our reception desk to pick up a settlement agreement. Ordinarily, such a document would be brought to me by one of our many in-house messengers. Tonight, I'm on my own because the kids who work in our mailroom aren't allowed to come to the front desk when the VIPs are around. I sample skewered shrimp provided by a tuxedoed waiter and elbow my way to the desk, where four evening-shift receptionists operate telephone consoles that have more buttons than a 747. I lean over the polished counter and politely ask Cindi Harris if she has an envelope for me.

“Let me look, Mr. Daley,” she replies. She's a twenty-two-year-old part-time art student from Modesto with long black hair, a prim nose and a radiant smile. She has confided to me that she would like to become an artist, a stock-car driver or the wife of a rich attorney. I have it on good authority that a couple of my partners have already taken her out for a test drive.

A few years ago, our executive committee hired a consultant to spruce up our image. It's hard to believe, but many people seem to perceive our firm as stuffy. For a hundred thousand dollars, our consultant expressed concern that our middle-aged receptionists did not look “perky” enough to convey the appropriate image of a law firm of our stature. In addition, he was mortified that we had two receptionists who were members of the male gender.

At a meeting that everyone adamantly denies ever took place, our executive committee concluded that our clients – the white, middle-aged men who run the banks, insurance companies, defense contractors and conglomerates that we represent – would be more comfortable if our receptionists were younger, female, attractive and, above all, perkier. As a result, our middle-aged female and male receptionists were reassigned to less-visible duties. We hired Cindi because she fit the profile recommended by our consultant. Although she's incapable of taking a phone message, she looks like a model for Victoria's Secret. S&G isn't known as a hotbed of progressive thinking.

Don't get me wrong. As a divorced forty-five-year-old, I have nothing against attractive young women. I do have a problem when a firm adopts a policy of reassigning older women and men to less-visible positions just because they aren't attractive enough. For one thing, it's illegal. For another thing, it's wrong. That's another reason I got fired. Getting a reputation as the “house liberal” at S&G isn't great for your career.

Cindi's search turns up empty. “I'm sorry, Mr. Daley,” she says, batting her eyes. She flashes an uncomfortable smile and looks like she's afraid I may yell at her. While such wariness is generally advisable at S&G, it shows she doesn't know me very well. Jimmy Carter was in the White House the last time I yelled at anybody. “Let me look again,” she says.

I spy a manila envelope with my name on it sitting in front of her. “I think that may be it.”

Big smile. “Oh, good,” she says.

Success. I take the envelope. “By the way, have you seen my secretary?”

Deer in the headlights. “What's her name again?”


“Ah, yes.” Long pause. “Dooooris.” Longer pause. “What does she look like?”

I opt for the path of least resistance. “It's okay, Cindi. I'll find her.”

I start to walk away. She grabs my arm. I turn and look into her perplexed eyes. “Mr. Daley,” she says, “are you really leaving? I mean, well, you're one of the nice guys. I mean, for a lawyer. I thought partners never leave.”

Cindi, I'm leaving because I have more in common with the kids who push the mail carts than I do with my partners. I was fired because my piddly book of business isn't big enough.

I summon my best sincere face, look her right in her puppy eyes and make believe I am pouring out my heart. “I've been here for five years. I'm getting too old for a big firm. I've decided to try it on my own. Besides, I want more time for Grace.” My ex-wife has custody of our six-year-old daughter, but we get along pretty well and Grace stays with me every other weekend.

Her eyes get larger. “Somebody said you might go back to the public defender's office.”

I frown. I worked as a San Francisco PD for seven years before I joined S&G.

The State Bar Journal once proclaimed I was the best PD in Northern California. Before I went to law school, I was a priest for three years. “Actually, I'm going to share office space with another attorney.” Without an ounce of conviction, I add, “It'll be fun.” I leave out the fact I'm subleasing from my ex-wife.

“Good luck, Mr. Daley.”

“Thanks, Cindi.” It's a little scary when you talk to people at work in the same tone of voice you use with your first-grade daughter. It's even scarier to think I'll probably miss Cindi more than I'll miss any of my partners. Then again, she didn't fire me.

I know one thing for certain. I'll sure miss the regular paychecks.

I begin to push my way toward the conference room in search of Doris when I'm confronted by the six-foot-six-inch frame of Skipper Gates, who flashes the plastic three-million-dollar smile that graces fading campaign posters that are still nailed to power poles across the city. He is inhaling a glass of wine.

“Michael,” he slurs, “so good to see you.”

I don't want to deal with this right now.

At fifty-eight, his tanned face is chiseled out of solid rock, with a Roman nose, high forehead and graceful mane of silver hair. His charcoal-gray double-breasted Brioni suit, Egyptian-cotton white shirt and striped tie add dignity to his rugged features. He looks like he is ready to assume his rightful place on Mount Rushmore next to George Washington.

As an attorney, he's careless, lazy and unimaginative. As a human being, he's greedy, condescending and an unapologetic philanderer. As a politician, however, he's the real deal. Even when he's half tanked and there's a piece of shrimp hanging from his chin, he exudes charisma, wealth and, above all, style. It must be some sort of birthright of those born into privilege. As one of four children of a San Francisco cop, privilege is something I know very little about.

He squeezes my hand and pulls me uncomfortably close. “I can't believe you're leaving,” he says. His baritone has the affected quality of a man who spent his youth in boarding schools and his adulthood in country clubs. As he shouts into my ear, his breath confirms he could launch his forty-foot sailboat with the chardonnay he's consumed tonight.

His speech is touching. It's also utter bullshit. Instinctively, I begin evasive maneuvers. I pound him a little too hard on his back and dislodge the shrimp from his chin. “Who knows?” I say. “Maybe we'll get to work on a case together.”

He tilts his head back and laughs too loudly. “You bet.”

I go for the quick tweak. “Skipper, you are going to try cases, right?” District attorneys in big cities are political, ceremonial and administrative lawyers. They don't go to court. The assistant DAs try cases. If the ADA wins, the DA takes credit. If the ADA loses, the DA deflects blame. The San Francisco DA has tried only a handful of cases since the fifties.

He turns up the voltage. Like many politicians, he can speak and grin simultaneously. He hides behind the protective cocoon of his favorite sound bite. “Skipper Gates's administration is going to be different,” he says. “The DA is supposed to be a law-enforcement officer, not a social worker. Skipper Gates is going to try cases. Skipper Gates is going to put the bad guys away.”

And Mike Daley thinks you sound like a pompous ass.

He sees the mayor and staggers away. I wish you smooth sailing, Skipper. The political waters in the city tend to be choppy, even for well-connected operators like you. Things may be different when your daddy's name isn't on the door.

A moment later, I find my secretary, Doris Fontaine, who is standing just outside our power conference room, or “PCR.” Doris is a dignified fifty-six-year-old with serious blue eyes, carefully coiffed gray hair and the quiet confidence of a consummate professional. If she had been born twenty years later, she would have gone to law school and become a partner here.

“Thanks for everything, Doris,” I say. “I'll miss you.”

“I'll never get another one like you, Mikey,” she replies.

I hate it when she calls me Mikey. She does it all the time. She absentmindedly fingers the reading glasses that hang from a small gold chain around her neck. She reminds me of Sister Eunice, my kindergarten teacher at St. Peter's. She looks at the chaos in the PCR through the heavy glass door and shakes her head.

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Special Circumstances (Mike Daley Series #1) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you like suspense, action, and drama then Sheldon Seigel and his characters will keep you captivated. From begining to end, Mike Daley, Rosie and all the characters keep you in suspense. You simply can't put it down.The plot of the story the potrayal of the characters and the detail's of the area's of the city take you there and it's almost as if you were there with Mike Daley and Rosie on the streets looking for clues, finding answers and interviewing witnesses. Absolutely excellently written. Mr. Seigel has made himself when one of my absolute favorite writers of all times.
Guest More than 1 year ago
excellent-excellent-excellent...Bravo for well written suspense. Siegel is a worthy rival for the best of the legal thriller writers
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was truly one of the best books I've ever read and I am an avid reader, especially of legal thrillers! I would highly recommend this book to anyone who loves a good, fast-paced drama. You will NOT be disappointed, I promise!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Far superior to most of the books available today. On par with Grisham's 'A Time to Kill.' Well developed plot and characters. Intelligent dialogue. One of the best books I've read in a long time.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I too was surprised that this was Siegel's first book. It was very tight and well written with a very good plot. The characters, for the most part, were believable and well developed. I enjoyed much of the courtroom dialogue. If you like Grisham, Turow, Lescroart, or Connelly, you might like this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this fast-paced book. I couldn't put it down. I enjoyed the characters great. Especially Mike and the hilarious and ironic conflict between his inner and outer monolouge. The end was great, shocking and captivating. I was shocked when I got to the end and realized it was his debut novel. You know its a good book when you read the About the Author section.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very engaging main character. Love the asides.
Texas_Gail More than 1 year ago
I've read all 4 of Sheldon's Michael Daley & Rosie Fernandez books and just found out #5 has been published, which I will buy without delay. Very, very interesting author, well-written books, and likeable characters. Would very much recommend to anyone who likes "lawyer mysteries." First rate and top notch!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was fun to read. As an attorney, I would have liked crisper dialogue with some stunning revelations in the direct and cross-examinations. At times I felt that the courtroom scenes plodded without drama or comic relief. As a novelist, I would have appreciated greater depth to the characters. Mr. Siegel tells us that Mike Daley is an ex-priest, but none of that part of his main protagonist's background seems to be explored or brought to bear in this story. Just seems like some missed opportunities to me. The 'Joel Friedman' character was the most substantially developed and elicited the most significant emotional responses from me as a reader. Overall, I enjoyed Mr. Siegel's obvious comfort with the written word. The book flows in a very casual manner and it is an easy read. The surprise ending was a nice touch and deftly managed. I will likely pick up Mr. Siegel's second book, INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE to follow his progress as a novelist. --- Robert John Estko, author of the suspense thriller, EVIL, BE GONE (available on BarnesandNoble.com)
Guest More than 1 year ago
Read it in three nights! It was a great first novel. Compares to some of Grisham's good stuff. Very satisfying! Looking forward to his next novel.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a good first book for the author. Will look forward to the next one he is working on. A surprise ending. Keeps you guessing. This book should be out in the book stores where you can find it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Special Circumstances is very well written and fast paced. I enjoyed the main characters (Mike and Joel) and I also loved the other supporting characters. The twists and surprises were done very well and were very believable. The mix of the main story in with some little side diversions is great. I didn't want to put the book down but I didn't want it to end either. It kept me surprised until the end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Towards the end of this book, Mike Daley says that the legal thriller 'has been done to death'. I agree, but Sheldon takes this genre to new heights. I've read a bunch of legal thrillers and this is by far the best of the bunch. His characters are smart and intriguing and the story is relentless. Once you start this book, you won't want to do anything else until you finish it. I can not wait for the next Mike Daley book and look forward to many more books by Sheldon Siegel. Great job on your first novel, Sheldon..... I think you found your calling!
Guest More than 1 year ago
WOW!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! What a refreshing, absorbing legal thriller this is.....it's so wonderful to read words that don't hissssss with condescension but rather show respect for the reader's intelligence!!! I loved the characters, the plot and, of course, the locale since I live just a few blocks away from mike daley in Larkspur...i just hope that this will be the start of a series featuring these same marvelous characters....! 'Special Circumstances' is destined for the nytimes bestseller list soon....it's already on our local one in the San Francisco Bay Area!!! I hope that a reallly big movie deal is on the way as well so Sheldon can stop writing on his laptop on the Larkspur ferry, quit his day job and write fulltime!!!! Kudos to his fantastic editor also......it's so wonderful to read a reallly fine book such as this without having to deal with grammatical errors or typos!! Thanx for a verrrrrry entertaining story and i sure didn't see that ending coming at all!!! I loved this book!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
In Sheldon Shapiro's first novel, Special Circumstances, he deserves to be placed in the top-tier of legal thriller writers. Siegel has created well-developed characters -- particularly his protagonist, Mike Daley -- and the plot is fast-paced and bristles with energy. Siegel's ability to combine excitement, surprises, humor and suspense makes Special Circumstances a book that you won't want to put down. Without going into detail for fear of providing information which might weaken some of the story's suspense for you, the only thing that kept me from rating this book a '5' is that I felt slightly--and I emphasize 'slightly'-- disappointed in the ending. Nevertheless, Special Circumstances is a book I know you'll enjoy and will want to recommend to your friends.
harstan More than 1 year ago
The partners at San Francisco's prestigious Simpson and Gates law firm force Mike Daley into resigning. Mike failed to deliver enough business in his five years in the white-collar criminal division. At the same time that Mike is fired, another Simpson and Gates attorney Prentice 'Skipper' Gates III leaves to begin his political career as the district attorney.

While Mike quietly packs and Skipper celebrates, someone kills two other attorneys (partner Bob Holmes and associate Donna Williams) who failed to close a deal. The police accuse another person working the lost deal, Joel Friedman, of murder. Skipper petitions the court to invoke SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES as Friedman deserves nothing short of the death penalty for the cold-blooded killings. Joel hires Mike to represent him even as Skipper sees this case as the media ticket to his higher ambitions.

SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES is a special legal thriller that, if justice exists, will make debut author Sheldon Siegel a household name. The story line is well written as Mr. Siegel establishes the identities and personalities of his characters and their interrelationships early in the novel. The court room drama, which takes up much of the latter half of the book, is filled with detail that slows down the fast-paced plot yet adds judicial depth rarely seen in a tale. The lead protagonist is a wonderful character who hopefully will return to provide sub-genre fans with more courtroom excitement.

Harriet Klausner