Jason’s palms began to perspire as the judge looked over the top of her pearl studded reading glasses. She didn’t look happy. Jason saw his world collapse as she studied him. Her scrutiny made him nervous. She looked like a velociraptor ready to attack and rip his guts out with her long, sharp claws. She blinked.
“Mr. Banes,” her contralto voice was somewhat husky. It would have been undeniably sexy in a younger woman. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“No, Ma’am, Your Honor.” He cleared his throat quietly. “Nothing that hasn’t already been said.” His tenor voice was lightly seasoned with an Oxford accent.
“What’s been said is a lot of claptrap and hooey, young man. I don’t believe half the crap your esteemed lawyer’s shoveled. I want the straight stuff, kid. I want it plain and I want it now.” She tossed the file folder on…
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