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relationship that was undoubtedly behind Max’s decision to make the trip from the courthouse.
    “Apparently yesterday wasn’t a big enough win for Sparks. I got papers delivered to my office this morning from Ramon Guerrero.”
    “What more could they possibly want? Our motion for access to Sparks’s files went down in flames. I got smacked with a contempt charge.”
    “They fucking slaughtered us,” Rogan said.
    “Well, Guerrero wants another pound of flesh. His motion demands access to all evidence gathered by the NYPD in relation to the death of one Robert Mancini.”
    “That’s ridiculous,” Ellie said.
    Rogan chimed in. “Tell them to take their motion and stick it up—”
    Robin Tucker made a T sign with her hands. “Will you two let the man speak? He’s trying to tell you where things stand.”
    “Well, of course the motion’s frivolous,” Donovan said. “The mere fact that Sparks has a connection is insufficient to give him any claim to access to the investigation. And they can’t rely on public records laws because it’s obviously an ongoing investigation.”
    “So is this just a big-firm lawyer trying to run up his bill?” Rogan asked.
    Max ran a hand through his already tousled brown hair. “No, or at least, that’s not the only reason. Guerrero’s good. He knows he’s got a judge who wants to please him.”
    “But supposedly Bandon’s solid,” Rogan said. Judges earned reputations with law enforcement. Bandon was known as a straight shooter—tough on crime, but fair to both sides.
    Max nodded. “That he is, but for a reason. Bandon’s not the kind of guy whose career ends with the state trial court. He was a major player in DOJ in the nineties, then got a sweet special counsel hookup at a major law firm. He’s only pulling duty as a local judge to perfect his resumé for the federal bench, and rumor is, his name’s finally coming up. No more elections. Better cases. Higher prestige. It’s basically every lawyer’s dream gig. So, yeah, for three years, he’s been as solid as solid comes. But for our purposes, on this case, at this particular time, he might be a little too solid. Someone like Sparks’s got the ear of the machine that pulls those political appointment strings.”
    “So he’s just going to turn over our entire case to Sparks? That’s blatantly illegal.”
    Max shook his head. “No. Bandon knows there’s no merit to Guerrero’s motion. In fact, his clerk called me this morning right after the papers were served and basically said the whole thing is bullshit. But then something must’ve changed his mind, because Bandon’s clerk called back again about”—he looked at his watch—“a little under an hour ago.”
    Rogan threw Ellie a worried look as she was already picturing aloose-lipped Kristen Woods, with freshly arched brows, dishing to her boss about this afternoon’s surprise fishing expedition.
    “So what exactly are we looking at?” she asked.
    Max frowned. “Bandon wants to throw Guerrero a bone. I figure he’s trying to send a message to Sparks that he did all he could.”
    “Which is?” Rogan asked.
    “Bandon wants a briefing, under oath, about where things stand. And then from there he wants updates on the case.”
    Ellie and Rogan were only two people, but from the cacophony in Tucker’s office, they could have been the entire studio audience of The Jerry Springer Show .
    “Can he do that?” Rogan finally demanded.
    “Not typically,” Max said. “There’s a separation of powers issue. We’re the executive. He’s the judiciary. He has no claim to a general right to access information that we possess in an investigation.”
    “Okay, so once again, tell them where they can stick that motion.”
    Max looked at Ellie, and she knew what was coming. “He says this isn’t a typical case. He says there’s at least a colorable claim that the NYPD is harassing Sam Sparks—”
    Rogan was already shaking his head, but Ellie held up a