“I need Judge Vance to order a statewide background check.”

Derek leaned back against the edge of the workbench.

“You go to Judge Vance right now, you’ll lose,” Derek said.

“Vance saw the restricted file,” Michael said stubbornly.

“Vance saw a name on a screen,” Derek said.

“He told you to get a lawyer.

Instead you went after them in public and got screamed at in a diner.”

Michael looked down at the stained concrete.