Sublime

Vic is a pointy-faced man of about forty with slicked-back dark hair who looks like a weaselly sort of hood, or maybe just a weasel, with his small eyes and vicious smile. Before landing here at the DMV, Vic worked as a bouncer, a roadie, a security guard, a fitness trainer, an auditor, and a head cook—name a job where you got to intimidate people

We hired Milton Pollack, a brilliant lawyer who later became a distinguished federal judge. The suit unfolded slowly, and I fell into a ritual of having dinner with Pollack once a month during which he would update me on our progress and his methods. At that time he had a daughter in elementary school; he told me that before he asked any question o

Listening to Professor Jung talk, he couldn’t decide if the man was a genius or a crook. But when Professor Jung announced one day that he would spend the equipment budget on three cases of hard liquor, Dr. Lee thought he finally had some measure of what this man was: a nutcase. But this conviction faltered when Dr. Lee heard how the liquor would b