Scott B. Weinberg

I just got back from the hospital. I held my former client’s hand, my friend’s hand, and told him his lawyer says he has to fight, and his friend wants to see him again.

I met Justin 16 years ago. It was one of my first criminal cases. He had just gotten out of prison when his house was raided. Deputies found a trafficking amount of Percocet in the living room. The pills weren’t his, and I’m not just saying that because the check cleared. Justin had been running around like a maniac before he went to prison. He’d even been shot. Around town, he was persona non grata.

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