Lindsey's face didn't betray him, but he wasn't so sure. He'd defended a lot of women who were very dangerous. He'd had to work like hell to make sure some of them stayed free. Juries were unpredictable, especially if they were here.
And that he did share.
"Now, I've never met Ms. Tam, so I can't disagree with you. But what I can say is this: you didn't even trust a lawyer born here to defend her. If that's a jury that's put together in this City, comprised of citizens both born here and transplanted here, I really think it's gonna be unpredictable as all get out."
Levelling with Lecter was better than not. He wanted the kid to understand that if the City wanted to stack that jury, there wasn't going to be a thing he, as an attorney, could do to stop it. Not on his own at least.
But there were other matters, too. Lindsey nodded. "I have no desire to make anybody more uncomfortable than they already are."
... they turned her into a weapon....
She no longer has the ability to hold back the emotions that she feels...
"Ah, Jesus."
It wasn't a big reaction, but it WAS a reaction. Lindsey could sympathize with this girl, and he didn't think Lecter was bullshitting him. The scans and medical stuff in there might not be his thing, but he wasn't incompetent. It matched. The word 'amygdala' was all over 'em. He just hadn't been sure what the specifics were. All Wolfram and Hart had done to him, really without much of a say so on his part, was replace the hand Angel had cut off. Look how that'd gone.
He shook his head a few times, as if in derision. His disapproval of all of this was clear.
In another few seconds, his temper was back in check.
"Who're 'they?' You keep saying 'they.' Who's responsible for this? Believe it or not, that isn't in here. I've got a load of medical information, some pictures of her dancing, and a page on a guy named John Coffey. Maybe you could explain a little about why that page is in here, too."
If he was going to do this, and he might make a 'they' mad, Lindsey wanted to know what he was in for.