Chapter 9 - Judgment
DOC WOKE TO SEE SUNLIGHT shining through a heavily barred window that must be in the official Southport jail. He waited a few minutes for his head to clear and then sat up; necrosynth left no hangover, at least.
The sound of steps outside was followed by the squeak of a key in the lock. “Fifteen minutes, Judge Wilson,” a voice said.
“Thank you, officer.” Wilson came into the cell, carrying a tray of breakfast and a copy of the Northport Gazette. He began unloading bracky weeds from his pocket while Doc attacked the breakfast.
“They tossed the book at you, Doc,” he said. “You haven’t got a chance, and there’s nothing the villages can do. Trial’s set for tomorrow at Northport, and it’s in closed session. We can’t get you off this time.”
Doc nodded. “Thanks for comin
