Anyone who has spent time in Brooklyn’s criminal courts through the years has likely seen him —the physically imposing defense attorney with a football player’s build and a clean-shaven head, sporting a seersucker suit with a pocket square and a fedora.

Someone just passing by James Layton Koenig in the corridors of Brooklyn Supreme Court may surmise that he’s probably someone you shouldn’t not mess with, or someone who could give you the name of a good tailor.