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He placed his right hand over his heart. “Lady justice is nothing if not fair.”<br />
With obvious vexation, she took a firmer stance, which was hard to pull off with bare feet.<br />
“Precisely. I am fair. I wouldn’t want to make a decision that could possibly damage your daughter’s<br />
—”<br />
“Her name is Georgia.”<br />
“Georgia’s welfare. She is my main concern. Not you, not her grandparents. Georgia. My hope is<br />
that your relationship with the Gilroys will remain amicable, that both parties will graciously accept<br />
the outcome of the proceedings. Any resultant animosity could have an adverse effect on Georgia.<br />
Everyone, especially the court, wants to avoid that. Which is why arguments for both sides should be<br />
carefully weighed, looked at from every angle, and deliberated long and hard before a ruling is<br />
handed down.”<br />
He didn’t say anything for a time. Then, “Rousing speech, judge. A real rah-rah. You should save<br />
it for a campaign fund-raiser. But I’m not buying a damn word of it, especially the part about<br />
deliberating long and hard. You had made up your mind about my petition before you came into that<br />
courtroom today, hadn’t you?”<br />
“No.”<br />
He made a skeptical sound.<br />
“Fine. Believe what you want.” She pointed toward the door. “But do it somewhere else. Please<br />
go.”<br />
“Or what?”<br />
“Or I’ll call the police.”<br />
Technically, he was the police, but he huffed a laugh. “Not a chance. Bad publicity. Bad for your<br />
campaign. More negative attention drawn to you after today?” He shook his head. “Un-huh. Your rival<br />
Sanders, Governor Hutchins, people in general are already speculating on whether or not the shooting<br />
was your fault.”<br />
As though he’d literally struck her below the belt, she protectively crossed her arms over her<br />
middle and tucked her hands beneath her elbows. “Don’t say that.”<br />
Clearly she’d already considered the possibility that she was somehow responsible, and it<br />
bothered her greatly. But he couldn’t soft-soap this to spare her feelings. The stakes for him were too<br />
high. When the investigation into the shooting incident was laid to rest, he wanted there to be no<br />
misgivings about the action he’d taken today. If there were, he didn’t have a chance in hell of getting<br />
Georgia back.<br />
So he pressed. “Did Jorge Rodriguez have a beef with you?”<br />
“Not that I’m aware of.”<br />
“Come on, judge. It’s just you and me now.”<br />
“You’re suggesting that I lied to the police?”<br />
“Everybody lies to the police.”<br />
“I don’t. I had never heard of Jorge Rodriguez until tonight. Why would I lie about it?”<br />
“That’s easy. In November you want to be elected on merit. If there’s something really ugly—”<br />
“Get—”<br />
“—you wouldn’t want it exposed when we’re coming up on voting season.”<br />
“—out!”<br />
“No scandal involving an illegal, then?”