Judge Alvarez came in from his chambers at exactly nine o’clock, his dark robes rustling as the bailiff called the room to order.

Vance was on his feet immediately, smoothing his silk tie before the judge had even settled into his leather chair.

“Your Honor, if I may briefly address the bench before the formal arraignment,” Vance said, his voice dripping with practiced warmth.

“We’re looking at an unfortunate family incident that has been wildly blown out of proportion by an emotionally unstable county employee.”

Judge Alvarez looked over his half-moon glasses.