“They believe that you are an intimidated old woman weeping over marigolds in North Carolina, and that Harold holds the swale.”
“They believe that the sixty billion dollars from Zurich will clear before the morning opening of the financial exchanges.”
“And Arthur is preparing to sign the Sovereign Modernization Mandamus in nine minutes, permanently deeding Conduit Ten to his private consortium in Vaduz.”
Judge Mercer pointed her cane toward the bronze central entrance of One First Street:
“David. Michael. Thomas. Eleanor.”
“Yes, Your Honor?”
“Our father gave forty-two years of his life to survey that rock.”
The Judge turned her cold, flint-gray eyes onto the waiting tactical stack:
“Now… let’s go show the Chief Justice… what happens when the daughter comes to audit the Court.”
CHAPTER 3: THE VAULT BENEATH THE ROBING ROOM
The subterranean corridors beneath the Supreme Court do not resemble the quiet, marble-clad galleries above.
Sixty feet beneath the Great Hall, past the private chambers and the rare book archival stacks, lies Sub-Level Three // The High Judicial Continuity Crypt.
