A big corrugated cardboard box sat in the middle of the desk, stuffed with legal reference books, framed diplomas, and brass desk fittings.

A young woman in a dark gray suit stood by the front door, taping a yellow paper notice to the glass frame with clear tape.

The header across the top of the notice bore the official seal of the state bar association.

“That’s an emergency license suspension,” Arthur Vance said, coming up beside us on the pavement.

“The bar committee moves remarkably quickly once forged notary stamps have been shown to a sitting judge.”

“Is he going to face criminal charges too?” Captain Holt asked.