"It`s not like I`m some expensive criminal defense attorney," he says, as if that makes it slightly better. "I`m not getting rich from defending obvious murderers. I`m upholding a cornerstone of the American justice system. Everyone has that right to a fair trial."
"What if you were assigned to defend someone really bad?" I say as I flop back onto my side, unable to look at him.
"I`d have no choice."
But he would. If his client was Stephen Leibman, he of the swinging knife, or Sack Man Calvin Whitmer, he`d have that choice to say no, that men like them don`t deserve defending.
Yet I know deep down Jeff wouldn`t make that choice. He`d choose to be on their side. To defend them. To help them.
Even Him.
"There`s always a choice," I say.
Jeff says nothing.