Logan ended the call. He wasn’t sure what was worse – Cronin’s intimidation, his guilt, or that he was going to lose the case. He was defending a man who had raped and murdered an elderly woman.
The door cracked open. ‘Charlie?’
‘Sometimes I hate this job.’
‘But only sometimes.’
She ghosted into the room.
‘I’m defending a monster; if I win it’ll be a miscarriage of justice.’
‘Many innocents get convicted.’
‘And I hate that as much as I hate to lose.’
She slid onto his lap.
‘Quit.’
‘I can’t.’
‘Then coast.’
‘I’ll lose.’
‘It’s called integrity.’
‘I’m a lawyer.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, I like that depiction of the dilemma, Rob. That's got to be a really difficult part of being a lawyer - what to do about people are are clearly guilty of heinous crimes - but still have the right to a fair trial...
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