"I CALL MARCUS GLENWOOD to the stand." Judge Gladys Nicols turned to where Marcus sat, isolated and unprotected. "One last time, Marcus. Go find yourself legal representation." He scarcely heard her. The meager portion of his mind that functioned normally watched as someone else rose to his feet and approached the witness stand. This other person took the oath and settled into the seat. And waited. Suzie Rikkers was a tiny waif of an attorney, made smaller by her habit of wearing oversize clothes. Today it was a dark skirt with a matching double-breasted jacket whose shoulder pads were so thick they raised the lapels up in line with her ears. She had been looking forward to this moment for a very long time. "You are Marcus Glenwood?" "Yes." He had known the agony of two sleepless weeks over what was about to come. Marcus had visualized the scene in such vivid detail that now, filtered as it was through a fog of fatigue, his imaginings seemed far more real. Suzie Rikkers was an associate in his former firm. He had been instrumental in blocking her promotion to partner. As she walked toward the witness box, she granted him a smile of pure revenge. "You reside in the Raleigh area known as Oberlin?" "Not anymore." "Of course." She spoke with the voice of a broken pipe organ, all shrieks and fierce winds. "You sold that house, did you not?" "Yes." "And how much did you have in cash after paying off the mortgage?" "You have the figures." She spun about. "Your Honor, please instruct the witness to answer the question." Judge Gladys Nicols had been Marcus' friend for several years, ever since he had joined her in pressing the state bar to pass a measure requiring pro bono work from all big firms. Pro bono meant "for the public good," and signified work done for clients who could not pay. Back when most North Carolina legal work was performed by a tight-knit clan of locals, anyone who refused pro bono assignments was shunned. But nowadays, attorneys who regularly accepted nonpaying clients were classed as fools. Judge Nicols' expression clearly showed how much she disliked leaning over to tell him, "You know the drill, Marcus." "About a hundred thousand dollars," Marcus replied. "Plus another eighteen thousand dollars from the auction of your wife's collection of antiques. Which, I might add, had been valued at around nine times that amount." "She didn't want them. I wrote--" "She didn't want?" Suzie Rikkers' pacing had such a catlike quality that Marcus could almost see her tail twitching. "You contacted Carol Rice while she was still recuperating in the hospital, and when she did not respond immediately, you sold everything she had brought to the marriage! Is that not true?" "I gave her a chance to take them. I had no place to store--" Suzie Rikkers chopped him off. "You were a full partner in the local firm of Knowles, Barbour and Bradshaw. That is, until they fired you. Is that not correct?" "I resigned. They did not fire me." "Of course not." Suzie Rikkers continued to stalk about his field of vision. "Would you not say that your rapid rise within the firm was due in large part to your wife's connections?" "She helped a little." And complained bitterly whenever asked. "I would suggest that it was more than a little. I would suggest that it was the primary reason behind your being made partner. You were elevated within the firm so that the Rice Corporation and the Rice family name and the Rice family connections would bring in more business." "That's not true." She leaned into the sneer, addingBunn, T. Davis is the author of 'Great Divide' with ISBN 9781578564651 and ISBN 1578564654.