October 21, 2005

Predators

There are times when it is for the best that a potential client goes elsewhere. I met with the guy. Older. Well-dressed. Clean ... in the hygiene department, that is. Quiet. Executive with a large company. Married. House in an exclusive suburb.

I would have represented the guy, as distasteful as was his foray into the shallower depths of human depravity. I told him that I would represent him, but only if he was in therapy.

He was actually seeing me for a “second opinion.” He had a lawyer already, who didn't tell him to go to therapy.

Why didn't his lawyer tell him to go to therapy? Don't know. Different lawyers do things in different ways.

He didn't hire me. Probably didn't like me telling him he was sick.

I suppose I could have told him exactly what he wanted to hear: the cop entrapped him, that I believed it was his first time, that I believed he drove 150 miles to tell the 14-year-old girl it was dangerous to talk to strangers on the internet.

But I didn't. Why lie? Better that way.

Posted by Bill at October 21, 2005 01:53 PM
Comments

Was he a Republican?

The suit, the act -- they all say sociopath. He probably wouldn't go to therapy unless a court ordered him to do so. And the amount of time he'd spend wouldn't nearly be enough.

Posted by: Joel at October 21, 2005 05:05 PM

blech. and there are people around here who still think the priest was being framed for the murder of the two young men in the funeral home, too. there are women who are trying to give him and alibi. Even though he's dead. Of suicide. After he said, "If I did anything thing that horrible, I couldn't live with myself." Three days later he killed himself. And the kids coming forward about his molesting himself? Well, they have to be lying of course.

Yeah, that guy was just trying to protect the fourteen year old. No wonder he didn't hire you, Bill. He wears a suit after all. He's married. Lives in a gated community probably...

Posted by: Keri at October 24, 2005 10:27 AM

oy. I need coffee. I still can't type. sorry... Must be the subject matter. has me pissed.

Posted by: Keri at October 24, 2005 10:28 AM