Defense attorney for dictators.
It’s a tough business, being the lawyer that dictators call when they fall on hard times. They never bother to ring my phone when life is all castles and ice cream for every meal. No, they wait until they don’t really have a pot to piss in, and then they get on the horn to me and expect me to come running.
And you know what? I always do. There’s just something about a former dictator that gets my legal juices flowing. And hell, most of ’em aren’t such bad guys once you get to know ’em. Noreiga, for instance. That guy could tell a knee-slapper, let me tell you.
But you still need to be careful. Like any client, they’ll try to pull little stunts here and there to cheat you if you’re not careful. But I’m always careful. “Mr. Sableman don’t work for free,” I always say, “and he sure didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.”