businesslike, not my usual flashy self.
“I pay you to be on time,” Sheldon griped as soon as I walked up. He had no change in his facial expression and looked as ugly as ever, but he was definitely still blinging. Why he would come to court so flashy, I had no idea. I was too tired and preoccupied to even scold his ass.
“I’m aware of that. It won’t happen again,” I assured, rolling my eyes. “Let’s talk,” I said to him, pointing toward the hallway. His docket was going to be recalled. I had that in the smash, I was sure. Maria watched me leave the courtroom. She didn’t budge, she was waiting.
I spoke with Mr. Chisholm and explained to him that the purpose of the preliminary hearing was to determine whether the prosecutor had enough evidence to justify further criminal proceedings against him. Sheldon was tense as I spoke. I tried to put him at ease with my words, but it wasn’t working. I explained to him that after the prosecution presented its evidence, I would respond with a motion to dismiss the case and that it would be up to the judge whether or not there was probable cause to send the case to trial.
“What are my chances?” Sheldon asked seriously, the same unmoved expression on his face.
“Good,” I assured, confident that Donna had ensured that the case was on the docket of a judge I knew personally and that Brad was going to come through like we’d discussed. I assured Sheldon again that I was going to make a motion to dismiss his case today based on the fact that he had just been a passenger in the car and was not aware there were drugs hidden inside.
“Sounds good,” he replied. With that, we both headed back inside the courtroom.
Back inside, we waited. I couldn’t keep my mind off getting high, Maria couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and Sheldon kept his eyes on everyone.
The judge finally called Sheldon’s docket number. When I looked up and saw Judge Williger, I instantly got happy inside. I just knew I was good money. I had fucked him a few times and paid him as well. He knew he could expect big things from me—especially if the calls went my way in the courtroom.
“Your Honor, I’d like to make a motion to dismiss, on the grounds of meritless arrest,” I yelled out.
The judge looked at me over his wire-rimmed glasses. “Motion denied,” he grumped. Judge Williger didn’t even give me a chance to explain the reason for my motion.
And right at the time when I was about to make my rebuttal, the prosecutor jumped up excitedly. “We move for an immediate trial,” she yelled. It was a prosecutor I didn’t recognize. Clearly, Brad hadn’t spoken to her or set me up to have a prosecutor who knew the deal. Either that or Brad wanted the case to go to trial so he could take me to the bank. I was fucking pissed to no end. Where the fuck was Brad Carlton? If he was there, I probably would’ve walked right up to him and slapped him right in the fucking face. He’d told me he was going to assign the case to an assistant who would make sure we moved past this shit. I had a bone to pick with Mr. Big Dick—that was for sure. I made a mental note to check his ass.
“Trial date will be set for thirty days from today,” the judge said with finality.
“Wait, Your Honor, I—I…,” I started, moving uneasily behind the defense table. I could feel Sheldon’s eyes on me, the heat of his glare burning my ass to bits. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him flexing his jaw like he wanted to bite my fucking head off.
“Counsel, you and your client are dismissed. On to the next docket,” the judge interrupted me, banging his gavel, and looking at me as if to say, “Get the fuck out of my courtroom.” He had totally crushed me and my ego. Williger seemed like he wasn’t fucking with me, which was strange. I had just had him on another case, and he threw the case right out. I looked around, confused and slightly embarrassed.
While all things couldn’t always go my
“I pay you to be on time,” Sheldon griped as soon as I walked up. He had no change in his facial expression and looked as ugly as ever, but he was definitely still blinging. Why he would come to court so flashy, I had no idea. I was too tired and preoccupied to even scold his ass.
“I’m aware of that. It won’t happen again,” I assured, rolling my eyes. “Let’s talk,” I said to him, pointing toward the hallway. His docket was going to be recalled. I had that in the smash, I was sure. Maria watched me leave the courtroom. She didn’t budge, she was waiting.
I spoke with Mr. Chisholm and explained to him that the purpose of the preliminary hearing was to determine whether the prosecutor had enough evidence to justify further criminal proceedings against him. Sheldon was tense as I spoke. I tried to put him at ease with my words, but it wasn’t working. I explained to him that after the prosecution presented its evidence, I would respond with a motion to dismiss the case and that it would be up to the judge whether or not there was probable cause to send the case to trial.
“What are my chances?” Sheldon asked seriously, the same unmoved expression on his face.
“Good,” I assured, confident that Donna had ensured that the case was on the docket of a judge I knew personally and that Brad was going to come through like we’d discussed. I assured Sheldon again that I was going to make a motion to dismiss his case today based on the fact that he had just been a passenger in the car and was not aware there were drugs hidden inside.
“Sounds good,” he replied. With that, we both headed back inside the courtroom.
Back inside, we waited. I couldn’t keep my mind off getting high, Maria couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and Sheldon kept his eyes on everyone.
The judge finally called Sheldon’s docket number. When I looked up and saw Judge Williger, I instantly got happy inside. I just knew I was good money. I had fucked him a few times and paid him as well. He knew he could expect big things from me—especially if the calls went my way in the courtroom.
“Your Honor, I’d like to make a motion to dismiss, on the grounds of meritless arrest,” I yelled out.
The judge looked at me over his wire-rimmed glasses. “Motion denied,” he grumped. Judge Williger didn’t even give me a chance to explain the reason for my motion.
And right at the time when I was about to make my rebuttal, the prosecutor jumped up excitedly. “We move for an immediate trial,” she yelled. It was a prosecutor I didn’t recognize. Clearly, Brad hadn’t spoken to her or set me up to have a prosecutor who knew the deal. Either that or Brad wanted the case to go to trial so he could take me to the bank. I was fucking pissed to no end. Where the fuck was Brad Carlton? If he was there, I probably would’ve walked right up to him and slapped him right in the fucking face. He’d told me he was going to assign the case to an assistant who would make sure we moved past this shit. I had a bone to pick with Mr. Big Dick—that was for sure. I made a mental note to check his ass.
“Trial date will be set for thirty days from today,” the judge said with finality.
“Wait, Your Honor, I—I…,” I started, moving uneasily behind the defense table. I could feel Sheldon’s eyes on me, the heat of his glare burning my ass to bits. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him flexing his jaw like he wanted to bite my fucking head off.
“Counsel, you and your client are dismissed. On to the next docket,” the judge interrupted me, banging his gavel, and looking at me as if to say, “Get the fuck out of my courtroom.” He had totally crushed me and my ego. Williger seemed like he wasn’t fucking with me, which was strange. I had just had him on another case, and he threw the case right out. I looked around, confused and slightly embarrassed.
While all things couldn’t always go my
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