“I’ve never met anyone like you before.” I said wide eyed and attentive. At first he just stared back, unblinking and dismissive. Finally in a slow almost mumble he said, “ you should be thankful for that.” I knew what Quincy meant, he was not a good person, but he was brilliant. As we sat across the gray metal table from each other, I could see the hand cuffs hold his left arm to the table. I understood it was for my own safety, but there was nothing he could do to me in this dingy bare room. I leaned forward and asked him in a whisper if he would be willing to to teach me everything he knew. I could see the shock on his face as he looked in my eyes for the first time. I didn’t know how to explain to him that I was at the top of my game as a defense attorney and my brain was bored. I fantasized about doing the things he had done, and I knew from professional experience how to get away with it better then Quincy Lee, the famous serial killer did.