A good thing to learn while in the employ of Wolfram and Hart was this: the maitenance of a riot-proof poker face. The ability to be unflinching and unmoved by everything from fabricating details of a case to the extermination of your coworkers. When you got home, you could fall apart if you wanted to, or needed to. But the Wolfram and Hart employees that rose to the top had this down to a science.
There was no indication on his face or anywhere in his body that Lindsey recognized this name.
And while he did, he quickly reasoned that he'd been asked for terrible things by worse monsters than a cannibal doctor. This was a kid, too. Maybe he didn't grow up that way in this place. He could not assume. Lindsey'd been wildly different up until he hit his later law school years, and was wildly different than he'd been as Manners's golden boy.
Lindsey did show surprise when Lecter mentioned River Tam.
"Huh," he said, genuinely making the noise and crossing his arms over his chest. "Oddly enough, I have a file on her. And her case. I didn't solicit it, and I have no idea where it came from."
Since Lecter was sitting here and taking his time in person, it certainly wasn't from him.
He put all of that aside a second.
"I've read it. I actually intended on a further look into her case today," Lindsey said. "Do you mind if I ask you a little bit about all of this?"
If he did take the case, Lindsey wanted a meeting with River. Maybe River and this baby serial killer. He knew she might not be all there.