When you know, you just know. I knew the first time I saw him, in his well-appointed office in midtown Manhattan, where I showed up to interview him for an article. He spoke fervently about his work, and all I could do was stare at his hands. They were rough and callused and seemed out of place on the gray-suited attorney with close-cropped salt and pepper hair sitting too upright in the wood-paneled office. Who is he? I thought.
