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and the god, left is the moon and the goddess."
"I don't have the vaguest idea," Elias said caustically. "I didn't think to ask."
"Find out when you can. And those words at the endтАФwhat was that? And what
about the ravens, and a spear? Those sound like Norse mythologyтАФ"
He ground his teeth. "Let's wait until Lydia can tell us exactly what she saw before
we speculate on what it means."
"Oh, of course, Your Honor," Holly snapped. "ObjectionтАФcalls for speculation.
Inadmissible as evidence." She flung her robe onto a chair. "I'm going home. Good
nightтАФwhat's left of it." And with that she stormed out of the room.
Simon ambled over. "Don't tell me тАФphotographic memory?"
"NoтАФjust eidetic." Or, as Susannah usually put it, idiotic.
"And a redheaded Irish temper, too," Simon remarked.
Elias rubbed wearily at his forehead. "It seems to be her default attitude setting.
How's Lydia?"
"Resting. Go to bed, Eli."
"SimonтАФwhat about the ravens?'
"Go to bed, Eli."
****
DENISE BLUSTERED HER WAY INTO the judge's chambers on Friday
after-noon, ignoring the secretary's bark of "You can't go in there!" and the fact that
His Honor was on the phone. She could not, however, ignore the basketball on the
floor; she nearly tripped over it, and in her fury gave it a vicious kick. It slammed
into the desk and then into a pile of case folders, which erupted in a gush of flying
paper.
Elias Sutton Bradshaw hung up his phone. "And a good day to you too, Denise. To
what do I owe тАФ ?"
Glaring down into dark eyes -whose tilt and amusement should have reminded her of
an elf, she spat, "Lay off, you bastard. You have no rightтАФ"
"Your HonorтАФ'
Denise whirled at the sound of another voiceтАФfeminine, -worried, and belonging to
a blonde who should have been on the cover of Vogue, not trussed up in a power
suit in service to a judge of the United States District Court.
"It's all right, Susannah," Bradshaw replied.
"Shall I find the Marshal on duty?"
"Don't bother." It was a Friday, and Pete Wasserman was his assigned protection
today; no point in troubling the man. If it had been Thursday, and Evan Lachlan's
watch, Elias might have been temptedтАФjust to see the fireworks. "She only bites
when she's hungryтАФand she dined well last night, I'm told. Close the door on your
way out."
Frowning, Susannah did soтАФobviously unhappy about it but also unwilling to argue
with her boss. Denise, furious at the interruption, stalked over to the desk to glare
more effectively down at her quarry.
"I mean it. You have no authority and no right to тАФ"
"You're in my jurisdiction," he replied mildly, addressing her as if she were a
particularly dim-witted six-year-old. "That gives me the authority and the right. тАв lust
count yourself lucky I'm not using the authority of this office instead."
"You don't dare!"
"Make another mistake, and you'll find out just how much I dare."
"I won't stand for this."
"Denise, you make an excellent living writing cliches, but must you also speak in