The New LA Law
Nov. 28th, 2007 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dexfarkinThey called him the "Guillotine".
He was the fear of the courts; a defense lawyer that had never lost a case, no matter how improbable. He actively sought out the worst and most vile transgressions of the law; kiddy stranglers, father rapers, mass murders and casual genocide enthusiasts.
The police would groan and spend weeks meticulously preparing their case, documenting every single bit of evidence and indexing every witness transcript. It didn't help. The Guillotine would stride into the courtroom, smooth out his tie, and launch into his speech.
He'd pull down every metaphor that would dance across his brain, launch his words at the jury. It didn't matter how heinous the crime, his words would sway the members to whatever direction he felt they should go. Kill a seven year old girl with a hammer while drunk? In less than an hour, you'd walk out free and the jury would be admonishing the police for not having the girl arrested prior to instigating her own murder. Steal five thousand from a charity drive? The Guillotine would not only get you off, but the United Way would be paying you damages for emotional distress and wrongful accusation.
Oddly though, was much as he made their lives difficult, the police didn't mind that his clients would be found innocent. They knew the real reason for his nickname, and why his maid service needed industrial grade cleaning equipment following his post trial client meetings.
He was the fear of the courts; a defense lawyer that had never lost a case, no matter how improbable. He actively sought out the worst and most vile transgressions of the law; kiddy stranglers, father rapers, mass murders and casual genocide enthusiasts.
The police would groan and spend weeks meticulously preparing their case, documenting every single bit of evidence and indexing every witness transcript. It didn't help. The Guillotine would stride into the courtroom, smooth out his tie, and launch into his speech.
He'd pull down every metaphor that would dance across his brain, launch his words at the jury. It didn't matter how heinous the crime, his words would sway the members to whatever direction he felt they should go. Kill a seven year old girl with a hammer while drunk? In less than an hour, you'd walk out free and the jury would be admonishing the police for not having the girl arrested prior to instigating her own murder. Steal five thousand from a charity drive? The Guillotine would not only get you off, but the United Way would be paying you damages for emotional distress and wrongful accusation.
Oddly though, was much as he made their lives difficult, the police didn't mind that his clients would be found innocent. They knew the real reason for his nickname, and why his maid service needed industrial grade cleaning equipment following his post trial client meetings.
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