Better call Smalls
The Lawyer with a big reputation
By Valentina Van Voughn
Stuart Small’s business card
I had heard of Stuart Smalls since my first day in Los Santos.
You don’t need to look for his name. It finds you.
His reputation precedes him.
Eccentric. Sleazy. Money-hungry.
Depending on who you ask, he’s either a necessary evil… or just evil with a business card.
The first time I saw him in person, he was outside UwU Café, scanning the street like a man always hunting for potential clients. It didn’t help his image.
I dismissed him quickly.
Another lawyer capitalizing on chaos.
I was wrong.
I was visiting the newly opened casino when I received the call.
The Call
The call came suddenly.
A familiar patron. Someone who has tipped me off more than once. He reached out in panic.
His friends had been detained and he didn’t know who else to call.
The only lawyer they knew wasn’t answering.
There was desperation in their voice.
And I did what I always do.
I reassured them. I told them I could fix it.
That I would get them out.
They thanked me like I had already saved them.
But privately… I saw something else.
An opportunity.
If I’m going to navigate this city properly, I need to understand how its justice system really works… Not just how it claims to.
So I called Stuart Smalls.
Told him I might have two potential clients.
The charge? A strange case involving stolen a EMS Ambulance.
He wasn’t what I was expeting.
The Meeting
We met outside the police station.
He arrived unbothered. Not rushed. Not dramatic.
I asked if I could shadow him. He didn’t hesitate.
That surprised me. Most professionals guard their methods closely.
He didn’t.
The Case
It wasn’t simple.
One suspect had stolen an ambulance. The other had climbed into it.
There were witnesses.
And theft from EMS is not treated lightly.
I’ll admit, I was skeptical.
Even curious to see him stumble.
I watched carefully. I studied every word.
The way he listened first.
The way he reframed the narrative.
The way he turned chaos into structure.
He didn’t deny facts recklessly.
He reshaped them.
He built a perspective so clean, so controlled, that even the most absurd angles began to feel… reasonable.
It wasn’t theatrical. It was surgical.
Calculated. Measured.
Reputation vs Reality
As I stood there watching him work, I kept asking myself one thing:
Where is the sleazeball everyone warned me about?
I didn’t see desperation. I didn’t see greed.
I saw discipline.
Was this version of Mr. Smalls different from the one others encountered?
Or does he simply reserve his best self for when it matters?
Rumors are easy.
Competence is harder to deny.
I left feeling extremely impressed.
The Result
He got them out.
Gracefully. Cleanly. Quickly.
No unnecessary drama.
No ego. Just results.
And in a city where the line between guilt and innocence often blurs before your coffee cools…
Results matter.
If you ever find yourself in trouble in Los Santos…
You might want his number.
Because beneath the gossip and the smirk…
Stuart Smalls knows exactly what he’s doing.
