When There Is Nothing Left But Love

For a moment, I couldn’t figure out who it was., “Excuse me, can I know the name of my client who has been detained?”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the phone. The police asked the alleged client, “Your name, mister.”

“Alexander Zimmerman.”

Zimmerman?

It was not a common last name in K City, and I was certain that he was not my client.

However, the police did not give me any chance to explain myself. “Can you hear me? Please get here as soon as possible.”

He hung up right after.

Because of Bryson’s case, our firm made its mark in K City. It was understandable for the alleged offender to contact Brooklyn to handle the assault charges. Why in the world would this Zimmerman engage an unknown and inexperienced lawyer like me to handle his case?

assault. I decided it was best to stay away from the man and dismiss the case to the back of my head. However, the police department called me up twice in

maintain amicable relationships with the police because of the frequent need to

cell was on the right side of the office, in plain sight at the lobby entrance. There was only one young man being detained inside. The bruises on his face, also evidence, were blows he had suffered in

disheveled mess, it didn’t affect his youthful good

locked gaze for two seconds. I was positive I had never

recognized the voice to be the police officer who had called me earlier. “Why are you

you tell me more about this young man’s

flipped through the records. “He attacked a man in the morning, and an onlooker reported the incident. Our investigation shows that they did not know each other. When we questioned your client, he said he did it because it pleased him to do so. Has

as frustrated as the

simple-minded man. Resorting to violence was the only solution he had to his problems. I made it a rule to stay away from these people. Now that I

to bail the young man out, lest I was bombarded with calls

and asked, “Excuse me, but could