The Judge

Chapter 10

Y/n's POV

I was sitting down stairs, looking at a newspaper when I get a call off Sheriff White. I accept the call and place my phone on my ear," Hello?" I asked," Y/n. I need you and Hank to come down to the station, we've got some footage of the night of the incident."
"Uh, sure." I end the call and stand up, going to find Hank.

I enter his room to see him placing his jacket on," Hank?" I asked, looking at him. He turned his head and looked at me, smiling." Yeah?"
"We need to go to the station." He furrowed his brows, before turning back to the mirror," Why?"
"They've got some footage of the night and we have to head over there."
"Ok... But I'm going to the store first. It's too hot." He said dramatic, making me laugh. We walked down stairs and headed in the car, stopping by the store on the way.

Time jump

We walked into Sheriff Whites office and sat down on the couch," Whats his footage you've got then?" Hank asked, taking a sip of his slush- puppy." You might want to see this." Sheriff White said, pressing play on the video. I look over at Dickham and Hanson before turning to the little television. It was a recording of Judge at the store as he got into his car.

"We've already seen the security footage." I said," Here's what happens: Judge leaves the store and get into the car, Blackwell goes the other way." I continued," Patience." Dickham said making me roll my eyes. I sigh and rest my head against my hand, continuing to look at the screen. It carried on playing after Hanson fast forward it a little, stopping on Judge driving back to Blackwell's route." Time?" Dickham asked," Four minutes 45." Hanson replied." He didn't get to the mill."
"And? Point being?" Hank asked, looking at Dickham." In his statement, Judge Palmer states that he reached the road near the mill. It was washed out and he turned back. He's lying. It takes nine minutes to get to the mill and back."

Hank stood up and looked over at Hanson." He didnt turn around because it was washed outside. He turned around to follow Blackwell."
"He's lived his whole life here. You think he can't gauge when the roads gonna flood?"
"That's not the point." Hanson said," Sheriff May we use your office please?" Dickham asked, making both Sheriff leave, closing the door after them." Well, you know how to clear a room." I said, looking over at Dickham." Ten years, he'll do seven seven." Dickham said," Insufficient evidence." Hank said, cutting him off." Offer expires when you open that door." Dickham said until I cut him off." Pack it up. You want me to fly you?"

"I'm glad to see the two of you are on your game." Dickham said smiling," I like you too but I'm so bored." Hank said, walking over to Him." I have intent now." Dickham joked." Premeditation. I'll paint your father as a holier-than-thou prick. Determined to see what he considers justice served." He continued," My father is a holier-than- thou prick. Determined to see what he considers justice served, so it's gonna be a light day." Hank said, looking over to me and then Dickham." That's funny." Dickham said, sitting beside me.

"I guess I can't fault you two for not remembering me." I furrow my brows and look over at Dickham." I was just second chair for the prosecution. You defended that Milwaukee beer Barons kid. And you were sat at the front row." He said looking at Hank and then me." The one who went slimming in Gary. 40 million in the bank, one dead prostitute?" Hank put his hand on he back of his head, trying to think of the case. He soon realised and nodded looking away," By god your good. Best verdict, money could buy."

"Everybody wants Atticus Finch till there's a dead hooker in a hot tub." Hank said, looking back out the window." There's your bumper sticker." Dickham replied," So in a nutshell, you've followed us down here to settle a score with Hank?" I asked, looking at him." Good lord, no. I followed you both down here because I knew if I didn't, it was likely somebody was gonna get away with Murder."
"Judge is a lot of things, but a murder is not one of them." I replied," But he is a liar. We've established that. A liar who thinks he can operate under the colour of the law just like his son. You're a shined-up wooden nickel, Mr Palmer. A bully with a big bag of tricks." Hank looked over to me, clenching his jaw, before leaning against the wall now looking ahead.