Arthur Hayes stood up quickly and raised a hand in protest.

“Your Honor, this is a procedural ambush,” Hayes said, leaning over his table.

“We were called here for a preliminary conference on household assets, not a full emergency custody hearing.”

“I suggest you sit down, Mr.

Hayes,” Marcus said, without looking back at him.

“Unless you’d like to explain under oath why your client falsified medical records.”

Marcus picked up the sealed white envelope from the middle of our oak table.

He slit the flap open with his thumb and took out three separate stapled filings.