A change of gravity

Merrion had the thousand-yard stare of a man who'd stopped caring what he saw. He spoke off-handedly. "No," he said. "Just, I guess, that I'll see you next week. All of my life I've done what I can to protect people's dignity." Looking at Bissell: "I'm not going to give mine to him."

The judge pursed her lips. She looked at Bissell, already rising from his chair. "Nothing more from you, Mister Bissell, I take it?"

Bissell shook his head, smiling a parsimonious smile. "Not today, your Honor," he said. "Next week, I guess, unless Mister Merrion changes his mind, I'll have something more to bring before you. But no further business today."

The judge nodded. "Very well, then, we're adjourned. Liz, you are through for the day."

Bissell followed Robey to and through the doorway leading into the judge's office, Elizabeth Gibson with her machine three steps behind;

Merrion and Cohen were halfway there when the judge, still in her chair, halted all of them by saying: "Oh, Geoff, before you go, just one other thing I thought of here." Then as they all froze in mid-stride, she said: "No, no, all the rest of you can go. This's another matter that I need to talk about with Geoff. Nothing to do with the rest of you. This's about the real headiest game: I want to talk to him about basketball."

Cohen started back toward the table; the others resumed their departures. She gestured toward the door and nodded at him. He stepped over silently and shut it, returning to the table. He sat down again, looking quizzical.

"If this's about the Sanderson drug case," he said. She shook her head inquiringly. "Julian Sanderson? Cocaine? You drew it this week, I think."

She shrugged. "I think Sandy might've mentioned something about you diversifying into drugs," she said.

"Yeah," he said, 'well, I am, a little, but not with that case. I tried to make it clear to that new clerk in the magistrate session who doesn't seem awesomely bright, by the way -I was just there for arraignment. Coincidentally, he's the golf pro Bissell mentioned, has to moonlight tending bar but makes thousand-dollar campaign donations?

Haskell Sanderson's son. I cut the deal for the two smart-ass kids from Cannonball's who make the case against him. I think I might have a conflict of Ill interest representing the Sanderson kid. Too bad; nice fee in that case."

"Well, that wasn't what I had on my mind," the judge said. "Isn't that Bissell a stinker, though? Gracious, what a son of a bitch. I hated to do what I did."

"Yeah, Barrie, I know," Cohen said. "But I couldn't blame you. You had no choice in the matter." He chuckled. "When you asked me what I had to say, I had the feeling there was one person in the room who was hoping even more'n my client and I were that I'd be struck with some blinding flash of genius that'd vaporize Brother Bissell, and that was you."

She laughed. "Not far wrong," she said. "But look, I don't want to have to do next week what it looks like I'm going to have to, if things remain as they are. Put your man in jail."

"Ahhh," Cohen said, "I doubt it'll come to that. I'm going to call Bob Pooler, I get back to my office, tell him what a box that prick Bissell's put us in. See if he'll try to persuade Danny Hilliard to get ahold of Amby and convince him to talk. Pound it into his loyal old head there's no use both of them going to jail, and no way Amby can keep him out. And then do everything I can to make sure Bissell puts Amby on the stand at trial, so the best old friend an embattled politician ever had can lead that jury straight down the road to a sympathy-Not-Guilty, stick Bissell's case up his ass."

"I think he could pull it off," the judge said. "Let a jury watch Bissell strut around the courtroom for a week, they may acquit on the stairs. But I need more than your doubt that what I'm afraid of next week wont happen. I'm going to let Sandy know I'd better not draw Dan Hilliard's case. I'm not going to tell him the actual reason, but he'll know I'm depending on him to make sure it doesn't happen."

"Well," Cohen said, 'you could always recuse yourself."

"If I did," the judge said, "I'd have to give a reason; we aren't supposed to duck cases. And it couldn't be that once you were my lawyer. You've already heard what Bissell said: the government doesn't mind that. That leaves me with only one reason, which I do not care to state publicly."

"Oh yeah," Cohen said. "I forgot."

"I don't want to be on "Oprah"," the judge said. "I never told Eric about my fling with Danny. Don't know why, I just never did. I've never known whether you didn't know about Danny and me when you were representing Danny's wife, long before I hired you, or did but kept it quiet because you and Sam Evans're gentlemen. Did Sam protect me on that?"

"I thought you said what you wanted to talk to me about wasn't the matter you just heard," Cohen said, amused.