Set against that, my own fear stopped being a reason not to.

It became just weather I’d have to fly through.

Chapter 6 — The Question

When the arguments wind down, Judge Harmon doesn’t reach for his gavel.

He leans forward over the high bench and looks at me for a long moment — the worn suit, the hands that a lifetime of tools has left scarred and rough, the thick file open in front of him — and he asks the question that the whole room has clearly been holding.

“Mr.