Page 71 of Dirty Judge

“Off the record, all legal bullshit aside, do you think I was too harsh on Grant Jenkins?”

He stared at me for several seconds without saying a word. Then he sighed.

“Knowing what I know,” he said. “I think you were too easy on him. I would’ve given his ass the death penalty.”

I wanted to. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He slipped away.

As I opened my laptop to read more of the media’s bullshit, my phone sounded with a call.

Olivia.

“Yes?” I answered.

“Do you have a minute?”

“It’s code black, Miss Spencer.” I smiled. “You’re not supposed to call me.”

“I’m checking on you,” she said. “I’m worried.”

“That’s very cute.”

“I’m serious,” she said. “Do you want to talk about whatever is going on?”

“No. Focus on your work.”

“I sent you more research.”

“I’m aware. I read it.”

“I’m still able to take you home.”

“Mara ordered a rental for me,” I said. “But thank you.”

“So…Is that it for us?”

“What are you talking about, Olivia?”

“You’re clearly going through something with this old case, so does that mean whatever we have comes to an end?”

“What we have is me finger-fucking your pussy a couple times and you causing me to have erections at odd hours of the day.” I tried to minimize things. “Is it something deeper to you?”

“I thought it might be…” She paused. “I thought you liked me.”

I do.“Go home, Olivia. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s another Code Black.”

“Then I’ll see you the day after that.” I ended the call before she could make me change my mind.

TRESPASS (N.):

ENTERING ANOTHER PERSON'S PROPERTY WITHOUT PERMISSION OF THE OWNER OR HIS/HER AGENT AND WITHOUT LAWFUL AUTHORITY AND CAUSING ANY DAMAGE, NO MATTER HOW SLIGHT.

OLIVIA

“See you all tomorrow!” Mara held the exit door open for the staff. “Same M.O. until I say otherwise.”