Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Striking leather trim, glass, and a room full of stainless steel furniture.In this huge law firm, there was no reception desk for Matthew Raynor.Inside, though, the sofa, the Tiffany lamp, and the old armchair were all covered in hand-knitted covers.That would put a lot of light on the minds of the client, who was about to end up in jail, and the young woman who was anxiously awaiting a job interview. The walls of the house are covered with black-and-white photos: majestic and majestic mountains; a calm, mirror-clear lake; staggered, deep and distant forest trails.One of them caught Tracy's eyes tightly.It shows a doe, nestled next to her newborn calf, nibbling young leaves from the branches of a bush.Obviously, they are aware of the existence of the photographer, but they do not escape.A beam of light pierced through the dense foliage of the forest and sprinkled meanderingly on the bushes.The whole photo exudes an extremely quiet and detailed, full of religious and sacred atmosphere, which deeply moved Trish's heart.She gazed at the picture with such admiration that she didn't realize that the receptionist was coming from the corridor behind her.On the walls of that cloister hung still more splendid and singular photographs. "That was all taken by Mr. Renault." When the receptionist approached Trish with Matthew Renault's permission, he said proudly.

"They are really outstanding!" Tracy was quite impressed by the light and dark performance and unique framing of these photos, "I wonder if Mr. Renault has opened an exhibition?" "As far as I know, no." The receptionist replied with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you find a seat to sit and rest for a while. Mr. Renault will see you soon." The receptionist left Trish alone in the large corner room.Many legal books and related journal materials are stacked neatly on the oak table in front of you, and two high-backed dark leather chairs specially prepared for customers are placed in front of the table.Through the window in the room, Tracy saw a well-manicured garden outside the house, the flowers were colorful and eye-catching, and the grass was green and pleasant.

Trish's eyes wandered suspiciously to the wall beside him.It is full of glorious records of Renault's many great achievements, some framed newspaper clippings and original court documents, all of which have been published in major domestic newspapers. Trish paused in front of a brief that had been filed with the United States Supreme Court, a white quill resting in a narrow recess in its cover. "These pens are a specialty of the Supreme Court of the United States!" Matthew Raynor's voice came from the door, "If you haven't gone to court there, you will find that these pens are placed on the desks of legal advisers ;If you can afford to get one, it means you have won a lawsuit in the highest court in this country, and these quill pens are the best evidence. I have fought seven lawsuits in the Supreme Court of the United States, But this pen alone means the most to me.”

Renault paused for a moment, while Trish stood there dumbfounded, until the amiable look on Renault's face was replaced by his calm and concealed enthusiasm, and then he regained his senses a little. "I won that lawsuit by a little trick that is not humane. The key point is the procedure. However, I still saved the life of Roy Guss and dragged him from the execution block." A gentlemanly smile appeared on Renault's face. "The case was reopened two weeks ago, and another guy pleaded guilty. Lowe swears he's absolutely innocent, and how few people believe him! Please sit down, Miss Conwanaur, please."

Tracy wanted to continue talking about Renault's topic, but for a while she didn't know how to respond.When she sat down in the chair, Raynor began to study her biographical information.Trish had a sense of foreboding. She felt that Renault would completely control today's interview process.She has never been defeated in any interview. Trying to regain control of her, Trish asked, "Are all those outdoor photos your work?" "That's right!" Reynolds had a proud smile on his face. "It's unbelievable. Have you received any formal training in photography?" The smile on Renault's face disappeared, and there was a sorrowful trauma.

"I have no formal training in photography. However, my father was a hunter - a great hunter - and he taught me everything about the forest. He could be in the forest with an animal He stayed for several days, and sometimes the sheriff would ask him to help with some search work, mostly looking for hunters who lost their way in the forest, and once to assist in the search for a fugitive. He also once Saved a little boy who everyone had despaired of and given up on. "He taught me the art of hunting, so I'm good at it. In fact, although I can't stop doing the killing now, my love for the forest is still undiminished, and photography is where I come from. The only path of comfort in a dreary life."

"I understand what you mean. Just like I like rock climbing. When you face that cold rock wall, you will have a completely different experience of life and death. It seems that for a moment, life is all in your hands. Climb the rope and redeem yourself bit by bit. You will forget everything except the rock in front of you.” When Trish speaks, she knows how to put on a pompous side at the right time.Renault seemed to want to distance themselves a little bit, and when he talked about business again, his tone was obviously less warm. "Are you from California?" Trish nodded.

"What do your parents do?" "My dad worked in film, he was a producer." "Did you do well?" Tracy smiled, "Very good." "So, where's your mother?" "She doesn't have a job, but she joins some charities and spends most of her time doing volunteer work." Tracy hoped that these things could better package herself, but she was also afraid that these so-called good family backgrounds were just disgusting curses in the eyes of people like Renault. "Yale," Renault continued, from his tone, he couldn't detect his likes and dislikes for Trish and her background and qualifications. "A math major and a degree from Stanford Law School."

Trish shrugged, wondering if she had blew up the interview. "You finished fifth in the NCAA competition. It looks like everything you do is very successful." Trish originally thought about how to give an appropriate answer, but after thinking about it for a while, she decided to give up.She doesn't have to fake anything if she deserves the job. "I've always had good luck, plus I'm smart and a natural athlete," Trish said. "But of course there were bumps." Renault nodded, and then said, "Why did you choose to work in law?" Trish was already quite familiar with this question, and she answered it after a little thought like the previous few times. "When I was little, I really didn't understand the world. There's no reason the earth and the sun wouldn't collide! Why can't we fly into outer space? And since chairs are made of tiny, unconnected atoms, then Why can it be so hard that my hand can't penetrate it? Mathematics is the mother of all sciences, and its many theorems helped me sort out a lot of weird problems in my head.

"Human beings are supposed to think of themselves as rational and civilized, but I often feel like we're on the brink of disorder. It's mind-blowing to look at all the insanity that's been going on in Africa, and the Holocaust in Eastern Europe. My heart ached. So I was fascinated by law for the same reason that I was fascinated by mathematics. Because law is the foundation of society and restrains all barbaric actions. When law breaks down, civilization will die with it. "The United States is a country ruled by laws. I am always amazed that she can have so much power and treat her citizens in various strict ways. Not that I think this country is perfect, at least from a macro perspective Yes. We've redeemed countless injustices. Slavery is a stark example. But that's because of human fallibility. And then I thought about what a president can do, especially with today's The improvements that technology can make. Why can't we live in a dictatorship? Why did Nixon have to resign? I think it's because we have a compelling set of laws in our country and lawyers are the guardians of the laws Or. At least I really believe so."

Trish was eloquent.She paused and looked at Matthew Raynor.However, she couldn't see the reason from his face, and she couldn't tell whether her eloquent speech left a deep impression on him or made him think he was an idiot. "I know that young woman who was murdered in the courthouse was a friend of yours." The words that Lei Nuo blurted out suddenly, hit Trish hard like a sap.All she could do was nod her head.The image of Laura flashed into her mind: the black and beautiful curly hair, when she was handling difficult cases, would always coil around her slender fingers; It was stained with blood.These two images kept overlapping in Tracy's mind. "What do you think, if the murderer of your friend is arrested, what crime should he be convicted of?" Tracy knew the intention of Renault's question, and it was nothing more than asking her opinion on the death penalty.It was just unexpected that he would ask her in this way.In response to this interview, she had spent a lot of time reading articles, digging into the issue of the death penalty, including of course some of Reynaud's writings.However, this is completely different from asking her to imagine how to punish the murderer who killed Laura. "That's not a reasonable question to ask," Trish said. "why?" "She is my friend, and I found the body." Renault nodded sympathetically. "In homicide there are always dead bodies, victims, and loved ones who are alive and in mourning. Don't you want to avenge your friends?" The question hit her chest hard, forcing Trish to share her thoughts on the death penalty.Trish looked at Matthew Raynor, who was sitting across the table, and he was also staring closely at her. "If I find the man who killed Laura, I will definitely want to strangle him with my own hands. However, I hope that the sane people around me will stop me. A civilized society should embrace higher ideals. Far above the lawful vengeance of killing." "Are you inclined to use the death penalty to curb crime?" "Maybe, but not necessarily. I don't have to tell you if there are statistics showing that the death penalty suppresses murders, but in the years since Oregon reinstated the death penalty, there has been a record of murder rates. "There is also a fallacy. In my recent reading, 416 innocent U.S. citizens were convicted of death in 1990-1991, of which 23 were not convicted. In fact, as long as those in power can understand the mistakes they made in trying the cases, every miscarriage of justice can be rehabilitated.” "Then why would you want to come and work for me?" "I want to work for you because you are the best litigator and because everything has gone so well in my life. I don't regret it, it's just that now I want to work for people who aren't like me. The lucky ones try their best." "That's a very noble reason, but you're dealing with clients who are not just 'unlucky', they are overwhelmingly deviants, maladjusted, or psychotic; they bully women, Child murder is very different from the people you deal with in Beverly and Yale." "I know that." "Then you also know that our working hours are very long? It's common to work overtime at night and on weekends. What do you think?" "Judge Shessel warned me about this, but I insisted on coming for the interview." "Tell me, Miss Conwanagh," Raynor asked in a more even tone, "have you ever been to Stark, Florida, after dark, to see the prison there?" "No, sir." Trish was completely overwhelmed by the question. "Then I guess you must have never been to the prison in Columbia, Southern California after dark?"