They’re all long shots, but we win more than we lose. I’ve walked eight of my clients out of prison.
Such is the nature of my daily reading. I haven’t had the luxury of finishing a novel in years.
We like to say that skin color doesn’t matter, but that’s not always true. We often use it to open doors.
If Kenny Taft knew something, he took it to his grave.
I can’t imagine who would be covering a hearing in a forgotten case in East Nowhere, Florida.
It has taken me years to convince her that there are thousands of innocent people locked away.
In at least half of the DNA exonerations of innocent men and women, bad forensics have been the cornerstone of the prosecution’s evidence.
You spend more on fancy coffee than I do on meals. Why can’t you help the poor, the sick, the homeless?
There are times, many times, when I despise judges, especially blind ones and old ones.
Jailhouse snitches testify every day in this country. Other civilized countries prohibit them, but not here.
You’re thinking somebody came over here, in the middle of a Category 4 hurricane, caught Nelson in the den, whacked him in the head, dragged his body outside, tried to clean up the blood, and then ran off? Seriously?
Murder must be punished, but murder can also be justified.
Those pricks down at the Rotary Club and the church and the coffee shop will not make you a lawyer and will not make you a dime.” And, “To be a real lawyer, first you grow a thick skin, and second you tell everybody but your clients to go to hell.” And, “A real lawyer is not afraid of unpopular cases.
You were enduring these terrible attacks, yet you never sought help?” “From who?” “What about law enforcement? The police?” Jake’s heart froze at the question. He was stunned by it, but prepared, as was his witness. With perfect timing and diction, Kiera looked at Dyer and said, “Sir, I was being raped by the police.
He prayed long and hard for justice and healing, but was a bit light on mercy.
Reed will pull a Trump, file for bankruptcy and hide behind the courts for protection.
You’re not ready. You’re not ready, because you’re not angry, Baxter. You must reach a point where you’re angry at your old self, your old life, your addictions. You have to hate the way you were, and when this hatred and anger consumes you, then you’ll have the determination not to go back there.
He was still wet with sweat and the coffee did little to cool things, but he needed it because it was an old friend and starting the day without it was unthinkable.
The only way to improve Noose’s favorite courtroom was to burn it.
They filed in, dressed for the day in short-sleeve shirts and cotton dresses. As they took their seats, a bailiff handed each a funeral fan – a decorative piece of cardboard glued to a stick – as if flapping it back and forth in front of their noses would bring relief from the stifling heat. Many of the spectators were already waving them.