Eric Mason, grandson of acclaimed lawyer Perry Mason, has practiced law for five years. He graduated top of his law school and made a smooth transition from the classroom to the courtroom. He had his grandfather's poise in the courtroom and his calm tone calmed the jury.

He looked over the stack of law books at his desk. He ran his fingers over them and smiled. "I hope I'm as good as you dad…" He looked to the picture of his father and his grandfather; his father to the right, and his grandfather to the left. Eric, unlike his father, Cecil, had Perry's dark hair and blue eyes. He had his father's build however. Perry Mason was a tall, powerful man, whose overall presence was strong, sometimes almost dominant.

Cecil Mason, his father, took after his mother. Cecil was shorter, but being a practicioner of different martial arts kept his body in top shape. He had Perry's poise but an overall intenseness in the courtroom. His sheer bulk made him intimidating. Eric had a similar physique, but coupled with his slight height advantage, he reminded the older generation of his grandfather. He ran the record through his head. Alright Eric…you're not competing with your father or grandfather, but it's nice to know how you're doing. You're on a good winning streak, but you have a loss coming. Come on. Keep it in perspective. Don't get cocky. A knock came at his office door. "Come in."

An old associate walked in. He looked up and smiled. It was Spencer Drake, grandson of ace detective Paul Drake. They were great friends, and decided to pass their trades down. A lineage of justice. Eric looked Spencer over. He was indeed the spitting image of his father. He was tall and handsome. A chiseled jawline and mysterious blue eyes topped with a head of neatly combed blonde hair. He wore a grey suit and black shoes. Eric looked closer and saw the outline of a holster in his jacket. He carried a gun, but what caliber he couldn't begin to guess. He rose to meet him. "Spence, how are you?"

Spencer shook his head. "I'm alright. I'm a little disappointed that's all."

Eric raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why?"

Spencer shook his head. "My client dropped me. He said he didn't want to know about his wife's affairs…this is the third client in two weeks! Aside from you, I don't have any steady clients! Bah…my father and grandfather would roll over in their graves if they saw me struggling like this…"

Eric shook his head. "Oh come on, it's only been a few months. Things will pick up…" His cell phone went off and he picked it up. "Eric Mason, Attorney at law."

A shaky voice, a young woman, replied. "Mr. Mason…I'm…I need your help…"

Eric looked to Spencer and motioned for him to sit. He nodded and sat down. "What can I do for you?"

"Mr. Mason…I…" there was a pause. "They may be able to hear me…I have to see you tonight…"

Eric nodded. "Okay. What's your name?"

"Mara…"

Eric smiled. "Alright Mara, I'll be here till 11PM."

Mara sighed. "Oh thank you Mr. Mason, I'll be there." She hung up the phone.

Eric took note of the number and took a screenshot of it. He texted it to Spencer. "Do me a favor?"

Spencer looked at his phone and nodded. "Trace the number and see if I can find an address to stake out? I'm on it."

Eric gave a small grin. "Call me if anything comes up." With a nod, Spencer sent the number to his email. He'd check it in his office. It was the first time he'd ever seen Eric so…perplexed. Something told him this would be an interesting case…