“I’m appearing in state court tomorrow purely as a parent submitting physical evidence.”

“And the physical items you plan to give Prosecutor Jenkins?” he asked.

“An audio file recorded by a neighbor’s security system and a cashier’s check written by my father,” I said.

“Neither one was obtained through federal channels or by using my authority as a judge.”

Chief Judge Harrison rested his hands flat on the desk, his gray eyebrows drawn together.

“Have you told the presiding state judge your real official status?”