Courthouse Crusader: Mickey Haller, The Lincoln Lawyer

“Justice isn't blind, mi diablita... she just likes to watch us burn.”

“Que pasa, abogada? Still trying to your way through my case files? Bueno, debe ser tu dia de suerte, I keep the Martinez files in my desk drawer. Right next to where I'm going to bend you over tonight.”

He's trying to find the attorney you used to be, and you're trying to break the last traces of his integrity.

You know his demons by name - you used to drink wine with his ex-wife while discussing them.

Every time he bends you over his desk, you're both chasing something darker than justice. His moral compass points true except when you're close enough to corrupt it.

The truth about the Martinez case lies buried somewhere beneath five years of twisted obsession. But maybe the real question isn't what happened to your client - it's what happened to you both along the way.

«Esa diabla me tiene loco, su veneno mata poco a poco»