It’s widely thought that the guys who sue hospitals -- you know, the ambulance chasers? -- are the scum-sucking bottom feeders of the legal profession. The lowest of the low.

They aren’t. It’s actually guys like me: the schlubs working mail-order legal assistance.

It’s boring, mostly wills and contracts. Crackpot patents.

But then, this:

“My name will soon be known to you; I require legal assistance in a capital murder case. I will be seen to kill the president of the largest bank in the United States.”

I almost threw it away, but the last line grabbed me.

“I am innocent.”

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