“All I’m asking for is ten minutes of your time.” Judge Williams said angrily, “Time doesn’t mean much to you, does it, Mr. Singer?”
“You have already wasted a great deal of everyone’s time.” She made her decision. “All right.
I hope this is the last request you’ll ever be able to make. The court is recessed for ten minutes.”
David and Brennan followed the judge to her chambers. She turned to David. “I’m giving you your ten minutes. What is it, Counselor?”
“I want to show you a piece of film, Your Honor.” Brennan said, “I don’t see what this has to do with—”
Judge Williams said to Brennan, “I don’t, either.” She turned to David. “You now have nine minutes.”
David hurried over to the door leading to the hallway and opened it. “Come in.”
Hugh Iverson walked in, carrying a sixteen-millimeter projector and a portable screen. “Where should I set it up?”
David pointed to a corner of the room. “Over there.” They watched as the man set up the equipment and plugged in the projector.
“May I pull down the shades?” David asked. It was all Judge Williams could do to hold back her anger.
“Yes, you go right ahead, Mr. Singer.” She looked at her watch. “You have seven minutes.” The projector was turned on.
Judge Goldberg’s chambers flickered onto the screen. David and Dr. Salem were watching Ashley, who was seated in a chair.
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