Paula and the Judge
We all knew that something was going on in that courtroom on which none of us could lay a finger. Paula was working the judge like he was her boyfriend or something, and most of the prosecution was fed up with it. That night, I went to the clerk to see if the court records showed anything of inappropriate conduct between a defender and the judge. Paula had logged in every night for the last two weeks. It smelled like foul play, and soon the papers picked up on what I had suspected. There was more than judging going on in that office.