Caine had heard rumors about the first case to go before the Court of Owls and, never hesitating to seize a high profile criminal defense case, he decided to pay a visit to the Shawshank Federal Penitentiary.
"I am here to see Mr. Gra-nay-dos," he told the guards at the window in his thick, Deep South accent. He pulled out his attorney's license and held it up to the window. "This man is without legal representation and he has a constitutional right to counsel."
The guard checked his credentials, ran his bar number, and let him through.
After a wait of about thirty minutes, he was brought to a private room for prisoners and their attorneys. He saw a young man sitting at the table. "So this is the idiot that tried to hack into the IRS..." he thought to himself before taking his seat.
"Listen, boy. You ain't gonna go into the Court of Owls alone, you hear?" Caine voice was thick, fast, and with authority. "Now my name is Reginald Caine, 'Mr. Caine' to you. Maybe, after this meeting, you can refer to me as 'my attorney.'"
He pulled out a card that read:
REGINALD BEAUREGARD CAINE
Attorney at Law
"Now here is the game, you don't talk at trial, eva. You stay quiet and let me do all the talkin'," he started as he slid his business card over to his prospective client.
"You are in a bit of some shit, ya hear? I can't promise you nothin' and you might end up back in this cell fo' a while but, believe you me, I am your best shot at winnin' this thing," Well, at least a better shot than had he done it himself.
"My fee is $20,000, you can pay me after trial. If I lose, its half that and I will collect when you get out." Money wasn't really the concern for Caine, but it sure was a nice bonus. Caine was more interested in the thought of emerging victorious in the first ever Court of Owls case.
"Let me know if you accept, so I can get on out of here and get to work." He began to tap impatiently as he waited for an answer, which Mr. Granados never had a chance of giving fast enough.