The Guilty"Do you understand why we are going to court?" Amy looked at her young client wondering if he even heard her. They had been talking for over an hour and it was going nowhere, "I need to know what you want to plead," he looked at her with blank eyes, looking not at her but right through her. They sat there in silence as Amy waited for an answer. She decided to take a different approach, "Did you do it?" he tilted his head and smiled with innocence."John, try to focus, do you understand what they think you did?" Amy pushed her hair back and looked in his eyes willing him to understand"The police think I killed that boy," John's eyes were filling with tears. Amy looked away so not ...view middle of the document...
Copper, I am so glad to finally meet you," she motioned to the seat across from her desk."Listen Ms. Trotter I'm not here to chat. I just want you to know my boy's guilty he told me last night, so you'd better figure out a deal," Amy was surprised, usually parents claimed their children were innocent for as long as possible."Well, this is very good that you told me. I talked to the prosecutor today and with a boy as young as John they are willing to be very lenient. I think a couple years at a correctional institution was offered," John's dad clenched his fists at his side."A coupla years? He was only defending himself! That black shit had been talking about this group I'm in, it's just a men's club, we just talk, I mean sure sometimes we get crazy but it's mostly talk, those people can just make me so mad. Anyways I told John just to scare him, to shut him up, ya know, I didn't want the teacher hearing anything. She's one of those crazy liberals, trying to teach equal rights, ya know its all bull shit. Anyway John was just being a good kid, doin' as he told, he got carried away, but man, a dad's gotta be proud that ten year old is that tough, that can work a gun like that. Now don't ya go telling me he's gonna spend years with bad ass kids because he got carried away!" he snarled at Amy."Get out! I won't have any of that crap in my office, now leave," shaking with anger Amy lifted her finger and pointed to the door."Don't tell me I've hired a crazy liberal bitch. You're fired! I need a competent lawyer, a man, not some woman," he spat the word "woman" as if tasted foul in his mouth.Amy sat at her desk with her head held in her hands. The overwhelming hatred John's dad had shown hung in the room and was suffocating her. She needed to escape. Gathering her coat she headed toward the door. She didn't make it far; though, as she found herself face to face with a Judge."Hello Ms. Trotter, if you don't mind I would like to have a chat," Judge Carter gave Amy a stern look and frowned at her coat, "Unless you are taking a ten O'clock lunch today?""No Judge Carter I was just going for a breath of fresh air, of course I have time. There is something a I need to ask you about as well," Amy realised this was her chance to talk to someone about John's father, "What's on your mind?""You know the John Copper case?" Amy raised an eyebrow."Yes, I was fired off it this morning.""That's the thing, you're still on it. That Mr. Copper has fired the last five attorneys the court has assigned his son. I am sure that he's determined to continue this case forever; I will not allow it. I am sorry Ms.Trotter, because you've met him and know he's, well, hard to work with to say the least. Since there have been so many continuances you only have two weeks to prepare. Good luck," and w...
