"Hey, what's the big idea?" Jake demanded as we were led immediately tothree cells in the back of the cop shop."Just a precaution, boys, until The Jud...e gets here."We were all a little riled, but we stepped into the cells and let himclose the door behind us with a resolute clang."So when do we see this judge?" Jake wanted to know."First thing tomorrow," Officer Mercer told us, closing the cell doorbehind us before we could protest."Shit!" Cal muttered. "We're gonna get fired for sure." Maybe. He told how various doctors determined that Mrs. Coswell was suicidal at the start of her treatment, so suicidal that they put her on a special round-the-clock observation watch for her first ten days with them.“Dr. King talked about reviewing Mr. Coswell’s list of things to communicate to his wife, her diary citing his remarks and her reactions, and the marked passages in the books we just mentioned. He concluded that a carefully planned and orchestrated campaign of intimidation had been. Jon was a heartbeat away from refusing. He was a breath away from saying no to the whole ordeal. But that was before he quickly scanned the expression of each woman. What he saw in their faces took hold of him at his core, and began to turn him around inside. They were waiting anxiously for him to say yes. They were hoping he would say yes. Their pleasure was dependent on him saying yes. Them. Not him, but them. A tendril of submission tugged at his heart and soul. This question and decision. “You were weren’t you?” I shout.She continues to cry into her hands, I give a snort of disgust and look at the copper. “If you find out who did this, tell him I owe him a beer or two. Now if it’s all the same to you I’ll go for a shower.”“Sorry sir, we need to make sure you were not involved in the attack, check you for blood and such.”I give him a look that I hope is shows disbelief before I bend and start to remove my boots. I kick them off and then remove my sweatshirt, tee shirt and my.