Michael was in a rush. He was scrambling up the ladder at Drake & Sweeney, a huge D.C. lawyer with eight hundred attorneys. The amount of money was good and improving; a collaboration was 3 years aside. He was a rising star without time to waste materials, no time to quit, virtually no time to toss a few coins into the cups of panhandlers. No time for the conscience.

But a violent encounter with a homeless guy stopped him chilly. Michael survived; his assailant did not. Who was this man? Michael did some digging, and found that he was a emotionally sick veteran who’d been in and out of shelters for many years. After that Michael dug just a little deeper, and found a dirty key, and the secret involved Drake & Sweeney.

The fast track derailed; the ladder collapsed. Michael bolted the firm and got a top-secret file with him. He arrived in the roads, an advocate for the homeless, a street lawyer.

And a thief.