Emery has said that  neither he nor his firm would represent a client whose complaint is  substantiated by the CCRB.  Asked whether he and his firm would give  up all clients whose cases were heard by the CCRB, whether or not their claims  were substantiated, he emailed, “All while I am Chair.” He added: “Though we  are not required to do that.” 
      
        DON’T DO IT, MAYOR MIKE. Don’t run for  President. 
       Much of the media has been reporting in  logorrheic detail that your rationale as a potential third-party  middle-grounder no longer resonates because Hillary Clinton, who shares many of  your views, seems headed for the Democratic nomination. 
       But that’s not why you shouldn’t run. It’s  because Donald Trump will kill you on the stump. Not only will you lose. You’ll  embarrass yourself — again. 
       Trump’s a gutter-fighter and you’re not. It’s  unclear whether you can take a punch, much less counter-punch or throw a  haymaker. 
       In short, you’re a decent, thoughtful guy  who, many New Yorkers feel, did a commendable job as mayor. You never dirtied  your hands. You used your billions to insulate yourself and hire people like  Police Commissioner Ray Kelly to do the dirty work for you. 
       That’s why you could look away when Kelly’s  Intelligence Division threw a full-court press on the city’s Muslim communities  by spying on individuals, their mosques, schools and businesses. Ditto Kelly’s  three million stop-and-frisks of mostly young African-American males, the vast  majority of whom had committed no crime. 
       Yet being a billionaire can be a handicap. In  your case, Mayor Mike, your money allowed your ego to run wild and made a fool  of you, to say nothing of making you out as a hypocrite. 
       Remember your pledge when you first ran for  mayor in 2001? You promised to remain above partisan politics and serve only  two terms. Then around 2006, you got the idea that New York City was too small  a venue for you and imagined the country needed you as president. 
       When your balloon failed to lift off, you  said you’d be open to vice president. When that fizzled, you broke your pledge  and sought a third term as mayor. 
       You spent a small fortune to overturn New  York’s two-term limit law. Then you spent more than $100 million on your  mayoral campaign, which made you the largest spender of his own money running  for public office in U.S. history. 
       Yet you barely defeated your little-known  opponent, retiring city comptroller, William Thompson. 
       So here we are again in 2016. You still have time to reconsider.  If you want public attention, you’ve got your media company, Bloomberg News,  although you’re hardly a crusading journalist. 
       How sad for you that being a billionaire is such a bore. 
       
          ANDREW CASE’S “The Big  Fear” may or may not be “one of the most truly authentic NYC-set crime suspense  novels ever written,” as his publisher claims. Nonetheless, it’s a finely  written thriller that  will keep readers turning pages. Case was the CCRB’s former spokesman. He knows  the police and he knows the territory and mines it deeply.