or his particular company, settled, seeing as how Reed told me last night he only settles a case when he believes it has merit. Or, at least, when he thinks a jury would think so.
I pull a yellow highlighter from my computer bag and go down the “ultimate disposition” column, marking all the settled cases. But when I go back up to the top and begin going through my yellow markings, I realize this isn’t the right approach. My search criteria was too broad, resulting in a list of crap I don’t care about in the slightest. A slip-and-fall lawsuit filed against one of Reed’s nightclubs, for instance. Another slip-and-fall against Reed’s real estate holding company, regarding one of his apartment buildings. A lawsuit filed by a guy against the partnership that owns a nightclub Reed co-owns, claiming the guy didn’t get paid his accrued overtime.
Snooze.
Frankly, I don’t know what I’m looking for here. But my gut tells me to keep looking . . .
I pull the cap off a green highlighter pen this time, and decide to go down a different column on the printout. This time, I look at only the yellow-marked cases—the ones Reed’s settled—but mark in green only the ones filed against River Records, specifically, as opposed to one of Reed’s many other businesses. And, lo and behold, when I reach the end of the list this time, and I look at the intersection of my yellow and green markings, I discover the entire universe of cases now only numbers three:
First, a lawsuit filed nine years ago by “ALM Business Properties” against Reed, personally, and River Records, alleging breach of lease. That doesn’t sound particularly sexy to me, but I decide to get a copy of it from the court clerk, nonetheless. Why not?
Second, a lawsuit filed eight years ago by someone named Stephanie Moreland against Reed, personally, and River Records, alleging wrongful termination, breach of contract, and sexual harassment. Whoa. Sexual harassment? Yeah, I’m definitely getting a copy of that one.
And, third, a lawsuit filed six years ago by a guy named Troy Eklund against Reed, personally, and River Records, alleging breach of contract, breach of the implied covenant of good faith and fair dealing, fraud, and assault. Another whoa. Fraud? Assault? Definitely another set of documents to order from the court clerk.
I scan the printout one more time, just to be thorough, and then shove my green and yellow highlighters back into my computer bag, throw away the empty wrapper from my delicious fish taco, and race into the courthouse. After making it through security at the front door, and then waiting in line at the clerk’s office, I finally make it to the counter, coincidentally, getting the same guy who helped me with the printout earlier.
“Hello again,” he says, shooting me a wide smile.
“Hello there. I’ve been through the list you gave me and figured out which lawsuits I’d like to copy.” I plop the printout onto the counter between us. “The good news for me is that I only need three lawsuits on this huge list.”
“Easy peasy. I’ll have copies delivered to you in three to five hours. Just fill this out.” He slides a form across the counter to me.
I bite my lip. “Is there any way I could get those records from you now—like, within the next hour?” I lean forward and flash him my most charming smile. “It’d be a huge help to me. My boss said she wants this stuff ‘right away.’ And it’s my first week on the job, so I’d really like to impress her.”
The guy’s eyes flicker to my chest, ever so briefly, before drifting back to my face. “Yeah, okay. But just this once. Don’t tell anyone I bumped you to the front of the queue, okay?”
“I promise. Thank you so much.” I look at his nametag. “Charles. I’m grateful.”
I read off the case numbers of all three cases, and Charles inputs them into his computer.
“You’re in luck. All three cases are here in this building, in storage,” he says. “I’ll just have to go into the records room to grab whatever is there and make copies. It shouldn’t take me more than thirty minutes or so, depending on how many documents are in each file.”
“Wow. You’re a life-saver.”
He turns to go.
“Actually, before you go. While I’m waiting, I’d love to look at another printout. This time, regarding all the lawsuits filed against a different defendant.”
“Sure.” He returns to his keyboard. “What’s the defendant’s