CHAPTER 9
You’ve Got a Case
I flew headfirst through a swirling vortex that spat me into darkness. I fell, swam, spiraled down, until I landed on hard ground, sending ripples of light in all directions. A courtroom sprang up around me. The benches were packed shoulder to shoulder with angels and demons, all whispering and pointing at me. The room had no ceiling; above was the purple, orange, and green glow of the ethereal heavens.
I was standing at a table on the righthand side of the room—not a good place for an attorney to be. When I saw Ladouche at the plaintiff’s table, I got a bad feeling, like Mexican jumping beans were having a dance contest in my stomach.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Welcome to the Court of Good and Evil,” Ladouche. “This is where angels and demons come to resolv
