My Family Tried to Bribe Me After My Niece Broke My Seven-Year-Old Son’s Arm
He had no idea that as a United States District Judge, I evaluated chains of evidence and witness coercion every single day.
I opened my leather briefcase on the passenger seat and took out a clear plastic evidence bag from my emergency court supply kit.
Using a small pair of metal tweezers from my purse, I slid the cashier’s check into the clear plastic sleeve and pressed the adhesive strip shut.
I took out my phone and called Detective Miller’s direct line at the precinct.
“Miller,” the detective answered on the second ring.