Premise: From what I've been told, the attorney is the one who advised him to get a new driver's license in 1995 when a survey of his public records uncovered a stale but nevertheless incriminating trail for an overly eager reporter to follow, he said, pausing occasionally to spit tobacco juice into the ever-present Styrofoam cup.

Hypothesis: The man he was talking about was never of any interest to reporters.
Relation: contradiction