THIRTY
Judge Matthews had gone about her normal day-to-day routine – going to the courthouse and meeting with other judges and high-powered people for coffee during the breaks she could fit in.
She was grooming herself for Chief Justice. She had her eye on greater things, and so did other people. Years ago, she had sold her soul to the devil to get a foot up, and it had worked, but like all things, there was a price. Her career had been fast, and influential people wanted her in place to make sure things were done or forgotten. Not far behind, Megan Armstrong followed in the shadows. Always on the hunt for her quarry. The judge had gone to her favourite restaurant to meet with her politician friends, which suited Megan as she could sit in the deli across the road. In a window seat, she k
