Let’s just say, hypothetically, that you’re a skeezy lawyer who has, through a well-laid web of lies, managed to get your rapist defendants off the hook. (Perhaps like this guy I’ve been writing about — here, here, and here.) Let’s say you’ve managed to fib and twist enough to get a jury to declare a mistrial, despite videotaped evidence of your clients raping an unconscious, underaged girl. What can you do to top yourself on the Sleaze-O-Meter?
Well, here’s one idea: hire all the jurors who voted your way as $50-an-hour “consultants” to the defense team. Says the D.A.: “I think the reason they