Sitting in the front row, the one with the sign that said “Attorneys and Police Only” even though defendants in cuffs were also allowed to sit there, I heard my client sit down behind me. He said hello, and I turned to return the greeting.
Next to my client was an old man. My client was big; robust and tall. The old man next to him was slight; short and thin. He had that wiry look of a guy who would do far better in a fight than his size would lead you to expect. But he wasn’t looking mean and tough. He had a huge smile, as if we were at a party and he was the host. I introduced myself and shook his hand. It was clear Continue reading
