An Innocent Client Novels & Stories

I didn't know which to be more frightened about, him, saying something serious and laughing or when he was saying it sternly. I sat still on the bed and asked him, “Who is your client?” He stood up and walked to the end of the room, then rested his back on the wall. “We do not give out information about our clients, it's not possible. So prepare yourself ahead for tonight. It's a simple process. All you need to do is confess what you're asked to confess, you'd be beaten, and then we will record your confession after that. Don't worry it's an easy process, once you're tired. You won't have any strength left to not repeat what you're asked.” I was sure he was a psychopath at that point.

We slipped in unnoticed, taking seats at the back to observe. The prosecutor addressed Tristian, "You're accused of human trafficking, and now your attorney claims to have evidence of your innocence. That's suspicious." Tristian's nervousness was palpable. Our attorney defended, "My client initially pleaded guilty to protect his family from the real traffickers, who threatened them. He's willing to reveal their names." The judge nodded thoughtfully. The hearing continued, with more debates and what I considered to be lies. I couldn't help but feel disdain for the court system, where bribery seemed rampant. It was shameful that the very institution meant to uphold justice could frame innocent

“You nearly murdered an innocent woman.” His jaw tightened. “I don’t know who she was.” “No.” I stepped closer. “You only cared about the money.” His eyes flickered. A reaction. Good. “I’ve seen men like you before,” I continued evenly. “Professional enough to believe they’re invisible.” I leaned forward slightly. “The problem is…” “They never are.” Again, silence. The room suddenly felt much smaller. He swallowed. “I never met the client.” I didn’t respond. Words poured from him anyway.

"They have asked you to connect dots that simply are not there." He gestured toward me. "My client is not required to prove she is innocent, they are simply trying to prove she is guilty, and they have failed woefully. My client's job is to save lives, not take one, one of the most important jobs in the country and simply because she wanted to meet her father and sort out past issues, she is being glued to his death. It has been proven without reasonable doubt that she is not guilty." Silence settled over the courtroom. The jury disappeared to deliberate.

"Who says what?" "My last five clients say this. Everybody is content, free, and snuggled into bed with their loved ones. Give Oscar a call if you don't want to accept my assessment of your chances of winning this case. Right now, the only DA who could be awake is him. The most sincere smile I've seen on his face thus far makes his lips quiver. "Now, he might not be sober, but he will definitely be awake. I'll hold off. If you have a leg to stand on, ask him. And once he's finished laughing, you can end the call, return here, and release my client before I go outside and begin calling attention to the injustice that is occurring right in front of their irrational little noses.

“Who says I’m your client?” “I do.” “Even though you don’t know if I’m innocent?” “I enjoy a challenge. Besides, defending only the innocent is for the altruistic.” The word “altruistic” reminded her that her bank account was hovering awful close to zero and she refused to call her daddy. “I have no money to pay you.” “Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure something out.” The way he stared at her, his gaze smoldering and his body intruding on her personal space? A lightbulb suddenly illuminated.

"I personally guessed immediately that she had taken some drugsbthat day. We would not be surprised if Paige Kam was into drugs. She's a college student and she barely sleeps here. The last time I checked she spent most her nights in stripping clubs. " "I'm surprised that you are defending this case. You don't know the criminal you are trying to defend. It's a lost cause. Her own character would speak for itself and I swear, she will rot in jail." "Thanks a lot, Baker." "You don't need to thank me. I'm only giving you a piece of advise. As a lawyer, be sure to know your clients before going off to defend them. My boss is an innocent man. And he does not deserve to die that way without justic

She just instructed her to insist no matter what that it was Cordy who instigated her to do everything, and that she would give her a sum of money after the deed was done. "Your Honor." Quinn turned around. "Based on the witness and evidence provided, it clearly shows that my client is innocent and has been framed. I beseech the chief judge and the bench to make a fair and just judgment. I have made my case. Thank you, Your Honor." With that, Quinn returned to her seat. "Do you have anything to say, Prosecuting Attorney?" Judge Faden asked. Victor glanced at the court spectator stand. Someone from the stands shot him a glance back.

“Not a problem. I looked back at the notes from your client’s arraignment. You didn’t represent him at the hearing. Why not?” I adjusted my skirt and settled onto the booth’s bench cushion. “He didn’t reach out to me until later. I represent him now, though. He’s in a real predicament.” Tight-lipped, Slater nodded as if he knew the layout of the mouse hole in which Bohdi had been cornered. “He pleaded innocent on the grounds that he didn’t know Red Lace Escort operated an illegal business.”

He paused before I looked to him. "And in return, my client not only walks out of here free, but she is given immunity" He raised his voice as they went through the papers. "Come on, that is an unrealistic deal here-" "My client has valuable information regarding the perpetuators and the evidence, you know she's not really who you want" He continued. "Your client is facing charges of possession, theft and assault. She's facing months even probably a year if she doesn't start speaking" The investigator threatened.