"I offered you a fucking crab, man."
"Mr. Anthony, if you aren't quiet, I will hold you in contempt of court," Judge Bovine warned.
"It was a crab. Only time I used the word crack was when I told him to crack it himself."
Mungo said, "Your Honor, I asked the subject what was in the bag, and he distinctly replied, " crack. "
"Did not." Mr. Anthony was about to approach the bench, his public defender restraining him by a sleeve that still had the label sewed on it.
"Did too," Mungo said.
"Did not!"
"Too."
"Uh uh."
"Order!" the judge declared.
"Mr. Anthony, one more outburst and…"
"Let me tell my side for once!" Mr. Anthony went on.
"That is what you have a lawyer for," the judge said severely, and was beginning to feel the pressure of water and a loss of composure.
"Oh yeah? This piece of shit?" Mr. Anthony glowered at his free-lunch defense.
The courtroom was awake and interested, more so than ADA Pond had ever witnessed before this morning. Something was going to happen, and no one was about to miss it, people nudging each other and making silent bets. Jake on the third row, defendant's side, was putting his money on Mr. Anthony ending up with his butt in jail. Shontay two rows over was betting on the undercover detective who reminded her of a haystack wearing a wrinkled pinstripe suit. Cops always won, no matter how wrong they might be, it was her belief, based on hearsay. Quik, way in the back, didn't give a fuck as he practiced flicking his thumb out like a switchblade. As soon as he could, the asshole responsible for Quik's show cause warrant was gonna pay. Ratting on him like that.
Man.
"Detective Mungo." Judge Bovine had had enough.
"What probable cause did you have to search Mr. Anthony's brown paper bag?"
"Your Honor, it's like I said." Mungo was unmoved.
"I asked him what was in the bag. He told me."
"He told you crabs, and suggested you crack these crabs yourself," said the judge, who really had to go now.
"Gee. I don't know. I thought he said crack." Mungo tried to be fair.
This sort of thing happened to Mungo more times than not. He'd always found it easier to hear whatever he wanted, and when one was as big as him, one could. The case was dismissed, and before the judge could adjourn to her chambers, the agitated ADA called the next, and the next, and the next, and the judge did not interrupt, because it was one thing she would not do. Citizens arrested for burglaries, car thefts, rape, murder, and more drug dealers and those who patronized them stood with their public defenders. ADA Pond was mindful of the judge's constricted body language and miserable demeanor. Pond was accustomed to the judge's frequent visits to her chambers, and knew that capitalizing on her disability was his only hope.
Each time Her Honor started to rise from her bench, ADA Pond was off and running on the next case. As fast as he could, he announced the Johnny Martino once again, in hopes Pond would break the judge, wear her down, and subject her to the water treatment until she could take no more. Her Honor would hear the state of North Carolina versus Johnny Martino so Hammer and West could return to life's highways, and the hospital. ADA Pond prayed Hammer would think kindly of him when he ran for DA in three years.
"Johnny Martino," ADA Pond said as fast as he could, again, moments later.
"I'm not ready to hear that case yet." The judge could barely talk.
"Alex Brown," the ADA blurted out.
"Yeah." Mr. Brown stood, as did his counsel.
"How do you plead to malicious wounding?"
"He started it," Mr. Brown stated for the record.
"What I'm supposed to do, huh? In Church's getting a quart of chicken livers and he decides he wants the same thing, only he's going to get mine and not pay."
Hammer had tuned back in long enough to make an assessment of her surroundings and those in it. This was much more disheartening than she had imagined. No wonder her beat officers and investigators got so discouraged, so jaded and cynical. There had been a time when she'd had no sympathy or use for people like this. They were lazy, no-account, self-destructive, self-absorbed wastrels who added nothing to society and took from everyone around them. She thought of Seth, of his money, privilege, and opportunity. She thought of the love she and others had given him. Chief Hammer thought of many people she knew who were no better than anybody in this courtroom, really.
West wanted to kill Judge Bovine. It was outrageous making a chief and deputy chief sit through all this. West's attention wandered back to Brazil about every other minute. She wondered if he had returned to the newspaper, and her ominous foreshadowing got denser and more chilling. If she didn't get out of this court room soon, she might cause a scene. Her boss, oddly, had returned to the present and seemed fascinated by everything around her, as if Hammer could sit here all day and think those private thoughts that had made her who and what she was.
"Johnny Martino," ADA Pond struck again.
"I'm not going to hear that case now," the judge snapped as she carefully got to her feet.
That would be the end of it for at least half an hour, West thought with fury. So she and Hammer would get to sit in the hallway and wait.
Oh great. This would have been exactly right had Johnny Martino's mother permitted it. Like West, Mrs. Martino had been pushed too far.
Mrs. Martino knew exactly what was going on. She knew that those two ladies in front were Batman and Robin, and that the judge had to pee.
Mrs. Martino rose before the judge could climb down from her throne.
"Now hold on one minute," Mrs. Martino loudly said as she made her way over people and up to the bench, in her nice dress and loafers.
"I been sitting here this whole time seeing exactly what's going on. "
"Ma'am… I' Her Honor protested, by now standing and in crisis, as a reporter for New Country WTDR radio slipped into the back of the courtroom.
"Don't you ma'am me!" Mrs. Martino wagged her finger.
"The boy who robbed all those innocent folks is my son. So I got a right to say whatever the hell I want. And I also know who these women are." She gave them a deep nod.
"Risking themselves to help all those poor folk when that rotten-ass boy of mine climbed on that bus with the gun he got from some drug dealer out there. Well, I tell you what."
West, Hammer, ADA Pond, and the courtroom, listened to Mrs. Martino with keen interest. The judge deemed it best to reseat herself and hold tight. Mrs. Martino had been waiting all her life for her day in court, and she began to pace like an experienced trial lawyer. Radio reporter Tim Nicks was writing down everything, his blood singing and playing drums in his ears. This was too good to be true.
"Let me tell you something, judge," Mrs. Martino went on.
"I know a game when I see one. And every time you could let those poor busy ladies out of here, you pass on it, say move on, no way, not now, ummm ummm." She shook her head, striding, swinging arms wide, "Now why you want to be doing that to people who help, to people trying to make a difference out there? It's a disgrace, that's exactly what it is."
"Ma'am, please be seated…" Her Honor tried again.
Johnny Martino was in Mecklenburg orange and flip- flops when he was brought in from the jail. He raised his right hand and swore to tell the truth one more time in his life. Hammer was sitting up straight, filled with shining admiration for Mrs. Martino, who had no intention of being silenced, and in fact, now that her son had appeared, was only getting started. West was fascinated by how Judge Cow was going to get herself out of an udder disaster, ha! West stifled laughter, suddenly on the verge of hysteria and another hot flash. ADA Pond smiled, and Reporter Nicks wrote furiously in his notepad.
"You want roe to sit down, judge?" Mrs. Martino walked up closer to the bench, and put her hands on her sturdy hips.
"Then I tell you what.
You do the right thing. You hear Johnny's case this minute, listen to his guilty, lying, stealing ass. Then let these fine crusading ladies be on their way, out there saving more lives, helping more folks who can't help themselves, delivering us from evil. "