The trial was only two days in, and Fanning had already managed to keep out some of what he termed Tommy’s “youthful indiscretions,” as if every youth had been arrested at eleven years old for torturing a neighbor’s dog, accused of rape their junior year of high school, and caught with a party-sized supply of MDMA in his backpack an hour before graduation. That’s what $2,500 an hour bought you: a predator turned into a choirboy.
