He was in New York, Chicago, St. Louis, and the Bay Area on business. He kept in touch with Melissa by text messaging her from airports between flights. She kept the messages and showed them to me when I got home from work. I reviewed them over coffee Saturday morning. LEARNING MORE AND MORE THINGS ABOUT THE JUDGE. CAN’T WAIT TO TELL YOU. And, TALKED TO ONE OF MY FRIENDS WHO DABBLES ON THE DARK SIDE. HE SAID THERE MIGHT BE SOME PHOTOS THAT WILL BRING THE JUDGE DOWN. I’LL FOLLOW UP. IT MAY COST US SOME CASH. “Photos of what?” I asked. “I texted him back,” she said. “He hasn’t replied.” She sighed. “You know how dramatic he can be. He won’t just tell us, he’ll want to show us.” Cody stood in the doorway in a paint-splattered T-shirt and a three-day growth of beard. He’d overheard. “Let’s take a drive downtown,” he said to me. “Do you mind?” I asked Melissa. “No,” she said, “as long as you’ll bring dinner home and not drink too much. Remember, you’ve got an early-morning flight tomorrow.”
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