Murder One
If I was ever to be on trial for murder (and I was innocent, Mickey adds) I’d trust only Teddy Hoffman to represent me. Not only is he brilliant, incisive, high-principled, incorruptible and absolutely lethal in the courtroom, he’s got a stare that makes the blood run cold, and he sings standards in his spare time.
I’d even trust him to get forensic evidence against me thrown out. Because as everyone except those CSI detectives knows, forensic evidence is not infallible.
On the other hand, don’t ever trust this man to be your psychiatrist. After conspiring with Richard Cross to ruin Neil Avedon’s life, he moved north to San Francisco where he’s now screwing around with Adrian Monk’s head.
Lest anyone think otherwise, I take no offense at the fact that my wife would rather take her chances with a fictional criminal defense lawyer than hire me to be her legal counsel. ‘Yun lang.