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Nobody had asked.
“I didn’t take anything from him.”
Tessa leaned against the filing cabinet. Her shocked expression had changed into something older and more tired.
Eleanor put her credential wallet back into her bag.
“Mr. Ruiz, you need counsel or a representative before you give a statement.”
“I changed it back.”
Owen Park stopped labeling a cable.
Nora’s eyes closed briefly.
Eleanor felt the room shift beneath them.
“What did you change?” Nora asked.
Eleanor shook her head. “Not now.”
Daniel looked from one woman to the other. “He said it was only the received date. He said the filing had been delivered Tuesday and we lost it.”
“Stop,” Eleanor said.
“He had a receipt.”
“Daniel.”
“I thought—”
“Stop talking.”
The firmness in her voice startled him into silence.
Eleanor was not protecting him from consequence. She was protecting the integrity of whatever came next. A frightened clerk spilling half a confession in a room full of supervisors and investigators would help no one, least of all him.
Nora told Tessa to sit down. Tessa chose the edge of a visitor chair and kept her back straight.
“Were you the person who sent the anonymous note?” Eleanor asked.
Tessa’s eyes filled, but she did not look away.
“Yes.”
Daniel turned toward her.
“You?”
“I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You could have talked to me.”
“I did.”
“No, you asked me about a screen.”
“I asked why the receipt date changed.”
“That’s not talking to me.”
“You told me not to make problems where there weren’t any.”
Daniel’s voice rose. “Because there weren’t any yet.”
“There were.”
“You didn’t know that.”
“I knew he was coming in after hours.”
“He never came in after hours.”
“He used Marjorie’s badge.”
Daniel stared at her.
Tessa’s breathing became shallow. “I saw him. Two weeks ago. Thursday night.”
Nora pulled a chair closer to the door and sat.
Eleanor wanted to ask the next question. She had a hundred of them. Instead, she looked at Owen Park.
“Can you preserve access logs without reviewing them here?”
“Yes.”
“Do that.”
He nodded.
“Tessa, you should not say anything else until the investigator arrives.”
“What investigator?”
“An outside one.”
Nora looked at Eleanor.
Eleanor knew what the look meant. They had an internal compliance officer. They had county counsel. They had a court executive committee. Bringing in someone from outside would cost money, invite scrutiny, and signal that the chief judge did not trust her own house.
Eleanor looked at Daniel’s drained face, Tessa’s rigid hands, the evidence sleeve containing Preston’s check, and the camera above the door.
“I’m a witness,” she said. “So is Nora. We can’t supervise this.”
Nora exhaled through her nose. “Agreed.”
Tessa’s voice was quiet. “What happens to our jobs?”
It was not a question Eleanor could answer honestly in one sentence.
“I don’t know yet.”
Daniel gave a bitter laugh. “That means we’re done.”
“No,” Eleanor said. “It means I don’t know yet.”
He wiped his face with both hands. “He said he could have me transferred.”
“Could he?”
Daniel looked toward the closed door. “His brother sits on the county budget committee.”
Nora swore softly.
Eleanor had met Councilman Victor Vale twice. He had smiled through both meetings and complained about courthouse overtime in a voice that suggested waste was a moral failure committed by other people.
“Did Preston Vale mention his brother?” Eleanor asked.
Daniel hesitated.
Then he nodded.
The ordinary sounds of the building continued around them. A copier started in the office next door. A woman laughed in the public corridor, unaware of anything behind the closed door. The heat clicked off, and the room cooled quickly.
Eleanor finally sat.
Her wrist had swollen enough that the hospital band pressed into the skin. She tugged at it, then stopped when Nora noticed.
“You’re going back to urgent care,” Nora said.
“I have a meeting at four.”
“You had a meeting at four.”
“It’s with the criminal division.”
“It is now with me.”
“Nora.”
“Your hand is turning purple.”
Eleanor looked down.
It was not purple, exactly. More a deep red along the base of the thumb. Still, she understood the argument was over.
She stood carefully.
As she passed Daniel’s desk, she saw the yellow note beside his monitor.
P.V. — Tuesday, 4:30.
Beneath it, in smaller writing, someone had added:
Original receipt?
She did not touch it.
Outside, Mason’s empty paper cup remained beside the drinking fountain. He had crushed the rim between his fingers.
Eleanor spent the next two hours in a medical clinic three blocks from the courthouse, where a physician’s assistant named Melissa scolded her for removing the splint and ordered new X-rays.
The small fracture had not shifted. The swelling came from strain, not a second break. Eleanor listened, nodded, and answered questions while her phone vibrated unanswered inside her bag.
“You’re lucky,” Melissa said.
“I’m aware.”
“You don’t sound aware.”
“I sound tired.”
“You sound like someone who plans to take this off again tomorrow.”
Eleanor looked at the new black brace lying on the paper-covered exam table.
“It doesn’t match anything I own.”
Melissa stared at her.
Eleanor smiled faintly. “That was a joke.”
“I know. It wasn’t a good one.”
For reasons she could not explain, that made Eleanor laugh.
The laugh hurt her wrist.
When she left the clinic, it was already dark. Fine pellets of sleet struck the sidewalk and gathered in the seams of her coat. She stood beneath the awning and checked her phone.
Twenty-six messages.
Three from Nora.
Two from the presiding judges of neighboring counties.
One from her daughter, Lucy: CALL ME BEFORE I SEE SOMETHING ONLINE.
The rest were from numbers she did not recognize.
A local news alert appeared at the top of her screen.
CHIEF JUDGE INVOLVED IN COURTHOUSE INCIDENT WITH CHILD, SOURCES SAY.
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Eleanor read the headline twice.
The article contained almost no confirmed information. It said an “altercation” had occurred in an administrative office. It named Preston Vale as a prominent developer and legal consultant, though he had not practiced law in years. It said his twelve-year-old son had been present. It quoted an unnamed source claiming the boy had been “frightened by an unidentified woman who entered a restricted area.”
