Lindsey smirked. The library would help, that was true. But Wolfram and Hart would've brought her head detached from her body and then reanimated it and put it on the stand.
There was something to be said for methods like that, if you could stomach them.
He looked at the list Hannibal gave him and at the handwriting. The words 'psychotically neat and graceful' came to mind. "That's definitely a huge help. Thanks."
When Lecter started to talk, Lindsey couldn't help but think that he'd asked if the kid had questions. Not a goddamned part of what he was saying was a question.
But okay. That aside...
He supposed Lecter had a point. He didn't want to think too hard about that. Something had put him here, and he didn't much care for that. And it did feel like it was Wolfram and Hart extending their immense 'fuck you for working here' to him beyond his previous circumstance. But even if it was, this girl sounded like a victim.
He'd be damned if he stood by and watched her pay for that.
Maybe this was penance. For things like his hand. And defending people like Vanessa, the blind assassin. For raising Darla.
"Okay then," he said. "Would you like to speak to Ms. Tam before you set a time with me to meet with her, or do you want to do that now?"