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.”
The courtroom gasped.
“And this,” Halloway held up another paper, “Is a motion from the District Attorney. Based on the injuries sustained by Lily—injuries consistent with torture—they are filing charges of Attempted Murder against you, Mr. Sterling.”
Mark started to hyperventilate. “No! That’s a lie! He beat me!”
“You threw the first punch, Mark,” I spoke up for the first time. “I just finished the fight.”
Halloway banged his gavel. “I am dismissing all charges against the defendant, John Vance, on the grounds of justifiable defense of a third party and self-defense. I am also issuing an immediate bench warrant for the arrest of Mark Sterling.”
“You can’t do this!” Sterling the lawyer screamed. “I know the Governor!”
“Call him,” Halloway said, standing up. “Tell him Bill Halloway said hello. And tell him that in my court, we don’t protect men who beat women. Bailiffs, take him into custody.”
Part 5: Justice Served
Mark screamed as they pulled him out of the wheelchair.
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“You’ll get used to it,” the bailiff muttered, hauling him up.
I watched him go. The arrogance was gone. The money couldn’t save him. The expensive suit couldn’t protect him. He was just a small, scared man facing the consequences of his own cruelty.
I stood up. My knees popped. I felt every year of my age, but I felt lighter than I had in decades.
Lily was waiting in the back of the courtroom. She was wearing sunglasses to hide the bruising, but she was smiling.
She ran to me, burying her face in my chest.
“It’s over, Dad,” she sobbed.
“It’s over,” I said, holding her tight.
Judge Halloway stepped down from the bench. He walked over to us, his black robes rustling.
“John,” he nodded.
“Bill,” I said. “Thank you.”
