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es collected in Baton Rouge paid the salaries of state employees。
The small bayou villages had been turned into boomtowns。 The politicians from the governors down took the oil money and played along。 All was well； and so what if some of the marshlands suffered。
Green Fund filed the lawsuit in the U。S。 District Court in Lafayette。 A federal judge halted the project pending a trial on all issues。
Mattiece went over the edge。 He spent weeks with his lawyers plotting and scheming。 He would spare no expense to win。 Do whatever it took； he instructed them。 Break any rule； violate any ethic； hire any expert； mission any study； cut any throat； spend any amount of money。 Just win the damned lawsuit。
Never one to be seen； he assumed an even lower profile。 He moved to the Bahamas and operated from an armed fortress at Lyford Cay。 He flew to New Orleans once a week to meet with the lawyers； then returned to the island。
Though invisible now； he made certain his political contributions increased。 His jackpot was still safe beneath Terrebonne Parish； and he would one day extract it； but one never knows when one will be forced to call in favors。
* * *
BY THE TIME the Green Fund lawyers； both of them； had waded in ankle deep； they had identified over thirty separate defendants。 Some owned land。 Some did exploring。 Others laid pipe。 Others drilled。 The joint ventures and limited partnerships and corporate associations were an impenetrable maze。
The defendants and their legions of high…priced lawyers answered with a vengeance。 They filed a thick motion asking the judge to dismiss the lawsuit as frivolous。 Denied。 They asked him to allow the drilling to continue while they waited on a trial。 Denied。 They squealed with pain and explained in another heavy motion how much money was already tied up in exploration； drilling； etc。 Denied again。 They filed motions by the truckload； and when they were all denied and it was evident there would one day be a trial by jury； the oil lawyers dug in and played dirty。
Luckily for Green Fund's lawsuit； the heart of the new oil reserve was near a ring of marshes that had been for years a natural refuge for waterfowl。 Ospreys； egrets； pelicans； ducks； cranes； geese； and many others migrated to it。 Though Louisiana has not always been kind to its land； it has shown a bit more sympathy for its animals。 Since the verdict would one day be rendered by a jury of average and hopefully ordinary people； the Green Fund lawyers played heavy on the birds。
The pelican became the hero。 After thirty years of insidious contamination by DDT and other pesticides； the Louisiana brown pelican perched on the brink of extinction。 Almost too late； it was classified as an endangered species； and afforded a higher class of protection。 Green Fund seized the majestic bird； and enlisted a half…dozen experts from around the country to testify on its behalf。
With a hundred lawyers involved； the lawsuit moved slowly。 At times it went nowhere； which suited Green Fund just fine。 The rigs were idle。
Seven years after Mattiece first buzzed over Terrebonne Bay in his jet helicopter and followed the swamplands along the route his precious canal would take； the pelican suit went to trial in Lake Charles。 It was a bitter trial that lasted ten weeks。 Green Fund sought money damages for the havoc already inflicted； and it wanted a permanent injunction against further drilling。
The oil panies brought in a fancy litigator from Houston to talk to the jury。 He wore elephant…skin boots and a Stetson； and could talk like a Cajun when necessary。 He was stout medicine； especially when pared to the Green Fund lawyers； both of whom had beards and very intense faces。
Green Fund lost the trial； and it was not altogether unexpected。 The oil panies spent millions； and it's difficult to whip a bear with a switch。 David pulled it off； but the best bet is always on Goliath。 The jurors were not impressed with the dire warnings about pollution and the frailness of wetland ecology。 Oil meant money； and folks needed jobs。
The judge kept the injunction in place for two reasons。 First； he thought Green Fund had proven its point about the pelican； a federally protected species。 And it was apparent to all that Green Fund would appeal； so the matter was far from over。
The dust settled for a while； and Mattiece had a small victory。 But he knew there would be other days in other courtrooms。 He was a man of infinite patience and planning。
* * *
THE TAPE RECORDER was in the center of the small table with four empty beer bottles around。
He made notes as he talked。 〃Who told you about the lawsuit？〃
A guy named John Del Greco。 He's a law student at Tulane； a year ahead of me。 He clerked last summer for a big firm in Houston； and the firm was on the periphery of the hostilities。 He was not close to the trial； but the rumors and gossip were heavy。〃
〃And all the firms were from New Orleans and Houston？〃
〃Yes； the principal litigation firms。 But these panies are from a dozen different cities； so of course they brought their local counsel with them。 There were lawyers from Dallas； Chicago； and several other cities。 It was a circus。〃
〃What's the status of the lawsuit？〃
〃From the trial level； it will be appealed to the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals。 That appeal has not been perfected； but should be in a month or so。〃
〃Where's the Fifth Circuit？〃
〃New Orleans。 About twenty…four months after it arrives there； a three…judge panel will hear and decide。 The losing party will undoubtedly request a rehearing by the full panel； and this will take another three or four months。 There are enough defects in the verdict to insure either a reversal or a remand。〃
〃What's a remand？〃
〃The appellate court can do any of three things。 Affirm the verdict； reverse the verdict； or find enough error to send the whole thing back for a new trial。 If it goes back； it's been remanded。 They can also affirm part； reverse part； remand part； sort of scramble things up。〃
Gray shook his head in frustration as he scribbled away。 〃Why would anyone want to be a lawyer？〃
〃I've asked myself that a few times in the past week。〃
〃Any idea what the Fifth Circuit might do？〃
〃None。 They haven't even seen it yet。 The plaintiffs are alleging a multitude of procedural sins by the defendants； and given the nature of the conspiracy； a lot of it's probably true。 It could be reversed。〃
〃Then what happens？〃
〃The fun starts。 If either side is unhappy with the Fifth Circuit； they can appeal to the Supreme Court。〃
〃Surprise； surprise。〃
〃Each year the Supreme Court receives thousands of appeals； but is very selective about what it takes。 Because of the money and pressure and issues involved； this one has a decent chance of being heard。〃
〃From today； how long would it take for the case to be decided by the Supreme Court？〃
〃Anywhere from three to five years。〃
〃Rosenberg would have died from natural causes。〃
〃Yes； but there could be a Democrat in the White House when he died from natural causes。 So take him out now when you can sort of predict his replacement。〃
〃Makes sense。〃
〃Oh； it's beautiful。 If you're Victor Mattiece； and you've only got fifty million or so； and you want to be a billionaire； and you don't mind killing a couple of Supremes； then now is the time。〃
〃But what if the Supreme Court refused to hear the case？〃
〃He's in good shape if the Fifth Circuit affirms the trial verdict。 But if it reverses； and the Supreme Court denies cert； he's got problems。 My guess is that he would go back to square one； stir up some new litigation； and try it all again。 There's too much money involved to lick his wounds and go home。 When he took care of Rosenberg and Jensen； one has to assume he mitted himself to a cause。〃
〃Where was he during the trial？〃
〃pletely invisible。 Keep in mind； it is not public knowledge that he's the ringleader of the litigation。 By the time the trial started； there were thirty…eight corporate defendants。 No individuals were named； just corporations。 Of the thirty…eight； seven are traded publicly； and he owns no more than twenty percent of any one。 These are just small firms traded over the counter。 The other thirty…one are privately held； and I couldn't get much information。 But I did learn that many of these private panies are owned by each other； and some are even owned by the public corporations。 It's almost impenetrable。〃
〃But he's in control。〃
〃Yes。 I suspect he owns or controls eighty percent of the project。 I checked out four of the private panies； and three are chartered offshore。 Two in the Bahamas； and one in the Caymans。 Del Greco heard that Mattiece operates from behind offshore banks and panies。〃
〃Do you remember the seven public panies？〃
〃Most of them。 They； of course； were footnoted in the brief； a copy of which I do not have。 But I've rewritten most of it in longhand。〃
〃Can I see it？〃
〃You can have it。 But it's lethal。〃
〃I'll read it later。 Tell me about the photograph。〃
Mattiece is from a small town near Lafayette； and in his younger years was a big money man for politicians in south Louisiana。 He was a shadowy type back then； always in the background giving money。 He spent big bucks on Democrats locally and Republicans nationally； and over the years he was wined and dined by big shots from Washington。 He has never sought publicity； but his kind of money is hard to hide； especially when it's being handed out to politicians。 Seven years ago； when the President was the Vice President； he was in New Orleans for a Republican fundraiser。 All the heavy hitters were there； including Mattiece。 It was ten thousand dollars a plate； so the press tried to get in。 Somehow a photographer snapped a picture of Mattiece shaking hands with the VP。 The New Orleans paper ran it the next day。 It's a wonderful picture。 They're grinning at each other like best friends。〃
〃It'll be easy to get。〃
〃I stuck it on the last page of the brief； just for the fun of it。 This is fun； isn't it？〃
〃I'm having a ball。〃
〃Mattiece dropped out of sight a few years ago； and is now believed to live in several places。 He's very eccentric。 Del Greco said most people believe he's demented。〃
The recorder beeped； and Gray changed tapes。 Darby stood and stretched her long legs。 He watched her as he fumbled with the recorder。 Two other tapes were already used and marked。
〃Are you tired？〃 he asked。
〃I haven't been sleeping well。 How many more questions？〃
〃How much more do you know？〃
〃We've covered the basics。 There are some gaps we can fill in the morning。〃
Gray turned off the recorder and stood。 She was at the window； stretching and yawning。 He relaxed on the sofa。
〃What happened to the hair？〃 he asked。
Darby sat in a chair and pulled her feet under her。 Red toe…nails。 Her chin rested on her knees。 〃I left it in a hotel in New Orleans。 How did you know about it？〃
〃I saw a photograph。〃
〃From where？〃
〃Three photos； actually。 Two from the Tulane yearbook； and one from Arizona State。〃
〃Who sent them to you？〃
〃I have contacts。 They were faxed to me； so they weren't that good。 But there was this gorgeous hair。〃
〃I wish you hadn't done that。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Every phone call leaves a trail。〃
〃e on； Darby。 Give me a little credit。〃
〃You were snooping around on me。〃
〃Just a little background。 That's all。〃
〃No more； okay？ If you want something from me； just ask。 If I say no； then leave it alone。〃
Grantham shrugged and agreed。 Forget the hair。 On to less sensitive matters。 〃So who selected Rosenberg and Jensen？ Mattiece is not a