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. Anotherwhoa. 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 name?”
“Eleanor Charpentier Rivers.”
It was easy to locate Reed’s mother online this morning. Eleanor Rivers of Scarsdale, New York, whose address matches up with a high-end mental facility in the heart of the posh community. But, other than Eleanor’s full name and address, and a passing reference to her name ina few of the articles written about Reed’s father, I wasn’t able to learn any details about the woman.
“Spelling on Charpentier?” Charles says.
I spell the name for him, and he clacks on his keyboard.
“It looks like there’s only one lawsuit naming Eleanor Rivers or Eleanor Charpentier Rivers as a defendant or respondent. A ‘Dissolution of Marriage and Custody of Minor Child’ case, filed by one Terrence Rivers.”
My heart lurches into my mouth. “Would you add that to my copy order, please? I’d like everything in that case file.”
“Sorry, no can do,” Charles says. “Family law cases are a different animal, stored separately. But since this one was from over ten years ago, I doubt they’d even have it on-site anymore. Plus, since the case involved the custody of a minor child, I’m sure the records would be sealed, anyway.”
“Shoot. I really want to read that one.”
Charles shrugs. “Sorry.”
I twist my mouth, thinking back to what I learned in school. Specifically, a class called Journalism and the Justice System. “Do you think maybe there’s some roundabout way I could get my hands on it? Like, some motion or deposition that might at least refer to it or summarize it?”
Charles considers my question for a long beat before his face lights up. “Hold on. I’ve got an idea.” He clacks on his computer keyboard, and then smiles like a Cheshire cat. “Bingo. I searched for any case involving Eleanor Rivers, even if she was theplaintiff,and hit pay dirt. A year after the dissolution and custody dispute, Eleanor sued her divorce attorney for malpractice.”
I look at Charles blankly, not understanding how this information helps my cause.
Charles smirks. “It means you’re in luck. Apparently, Eleanor didn’t like the result of her divorce and custody battle, and thought her attorney in that case botched the job. So she sued her for malpractice. It’s not guaranteed you’ll getallthe details of the underlying divorce and custody dispute by reading the malpractice lawsuit that came a year later, but I’m guessing you’ll at least get the gist.”
“Oh,” I say, a lightbulb going off. “Because, in order to explain how herattorney messed up in the divorce case, Eleanor would have had to summarize that underlying case?”
