“I am,” Halloway said. “But do you know where I spend my Sunday afternoons?”
Mark shook his head.
“For the last ten years,” Halloway said, his voice rising slightly, “I have spent my Sundays playing chess on a porch at 42 Maple Street. I drink iced tea. I talk about the war.”
Mark’s face went white.
“I was there when Lily graduated high school,” Halloway continued. “I was there when John taught her to ride a bike. I am her godfather.”
Sterling, the lawyer, turned pale. “Your Honor, this is a conflict of interest! You must recuse yourself!”
“Oh, I will,” Halloway said, his eyes burning with a cold fire. “But not before I enter a few things into the record.”
He held up a piece of paper.
“This is a sworn affidavit from the responding officer. He noted that Mr. Mark Sterling smelled of alcohol and admitted to ‘teaching his wife a lesson’ before he realized the officer’s body camera was recording.”
