“Not yet,” I said.

“I’ll present my presidential commission in open court tomorrow morning when the preliminary hearing is called.”

“And your father’s private attorney?” he asked.

“Attorney Vance still thinks you’re an administrative employee in the county clerk’s office?”

“He checked my old wage records on Friday,” I said.

“He believes I make thirty-four thousand dollars a year and have no legal representation.”

Chief Judge Harrison reached into his desk drawer and took out a clean white folder.