Джозеф Файндер - Judgment

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It was nothing more than a one-night stand. Juliana Brody, a judge in the Superior Court of Massachusetts, is rumored to be in consideration for the federal circuit, maybe someday the highest court in the land. At a conference in a Chicago hotel, she meets a gentle, vulnerable man and has an unforgettable night with him — something she’d never done before. They part with an explicit understanding that this must never happen again.
But back home in Boston, Juliana realizes that this was no random encounter. The man from Chicago proves to have an integral role in a case she’s presiding over — a sex-discrimination case that’s received national attention. Juliana discovers that she’s been entrapped, her night of infidelity captured on video. Strings are being pulled in high places, a terrifying unfolding conspiracy that will turn her life upside down. But soon it becomes clear that personal humiliation, even the possible destruction of her career, are the least of her concerns, as her own life and the lives of her family are put in mortal jeopardy.
In the end, turning the tables on her adversaries will require her to be as ruthless as they are.

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But the psychic income was high. You were making a difference in people’s lives. That was worth something. Unfortunately, judges were also susceptible to the dreaded Black Robe disease, in which they come to believe the black robe lets them walk on water and that all their jokes are funny.

For almost a week after Chicago, she’d been able to lose herself in the routine. Which was not to say she didn’t think about what she’d done at the hotel. She thought about it constantly, and the feeling that seemed to have settled over her was guilt. She was susceptible to feelings of guilt anyway. There’d been moments in her life she couldn’t forget, moments when she’d let herself down, moments she still didn’t like to think about. That time in tenth grade, when she was on the high school yearbook staff and she’d quietly removed an unflattering photo of herself, at the expense of another girl in the picture, glamorously captured spiking the ball. Or that time at the end of junior year in college, just back from France, when she’d promised her friend Sandy they could room together senior year — until Alyssa, to her surprise, asked her to join the quad she was creating, and Juliana had quickly accepted. Sandy had been crushed. I’m not a good person, Juliana had thought at the time.

That was how she felt about Chicago: it had been a rare error in judgment.

Fortunately, work was there to distract her. There was always another decision to write, another dispute to decide. She found herself conveniently distracted. She had piles of work to lose herself in.

She had her run too. Every morning she got up at six and did three miles. Running was important to her. It gave her calm for the entire day, reduced stress, helped maintain her sanity. She had her earbuds in, listened to some Sara Evans or Chris Stapleton. She thought a lot about cortisol, the hormone naturally released in your body by stress. It could make you superproductive. In some ways she was attracted to stress, to danger. But cortisol was bad for women’s hearts. If you lived in a constant state of high stress, your levels of cortisol elevated and you were far more likely to have a heart attack.

After her run, she allowed herself precisely forty-five minutes to shower, dress, and do her hair and makeup. She had all her makeup ready to go, like an assembly line. Perfectly choreographed. She didn’t have to worry too much about what she wore, since she covered it all in a black sack anyway.

Once, a defendant’s girlfriend had erupted in the courtroom, yelling at Juliana. “You’ve destroyed my family — I’m going to destroy yours!” the young woman screamed. “And you need a makeover!”

That was truly the dagger in her heart, that bit about a makeover. Also not true, she thought.

On this morning’s run, she admired, as she always did, the beautiful houses on her street in Newton, graceful houses of stone and wood on ample lots, some of them designed by famous nineteenth-century architects. Their house was by far the most modest on the block, a brick-and-stone Tudor, built in the 1920s, on a quiet dead-end street. She’d loved it on sight, which was why, when they first went to look for a house, she’d immediately urged Duncan to go for it — even though it was more house than they could afford at the time. She’d been an assistant US Attorney and he was a law school professor, neither making much money. Eventually she went into private practice and the money got better. When she became a judge, her pay dropped again. No one ever became a judge for the money. But they were getting by. They could even afford to rent a beach house in Wellfleet, on Cape Cod, for a month each summer.

When she came downstairs after her postrun shower, she could smell the bacon. Duncan was making breakfast, which was a nice surprise. Then she remembered: Jake had a big math test this morning, and Duncan’s ritual was to make a serious breakfast on Jake’s test days. Bacon, eggs, toasted English muffins. The menu never varied.

“Mm,” she said, giving Duncan a kiss. “Smells great.”

“Hey,” he said. “Coffee?”

“Thanks.” He turned from the stove to the coffeemaker, poured her a mug.

“Where’s Jake?” she asked.

“Can you yell up to him?”

“Sure.”

She felt a pang of guilt. Duncan was a wonderful father and a good person. I don’t even deserve the guy, she thought.

Her first serious boyfriend, in college, had been Richard, the lock-jawed Hotchkiss grad with the Nantucket red pants and the Bean boots, the vexing early bald spot and the perfect table manners. They were totally compatible, both prudent, rules-following, list-checking people. Whereas Duncan was a scruffy, bearded kid, an idealist, a pleasure-seeker, who for too long a time didn’t want to get married.

He was a good-looking man. He still had a great head of curly hair, though it was more gray than brown now. A closely trimmed beard, killer smile. Maybe twenty pounds overweight, but he wore it well.

He was still, in fundamental ways, her polar opposite. That was what had really attracted her to him. He was impulsive and risk-taking, a terrible planner, but really smart. He loved adventure. He was a devoted scuba diver and skier and surfer. He didn’t do extreme stuff like bull riding or motorcycle racing or bungee jumping, but he liked to have fun. His ideal vacation might be trekking on foot through the Cardamom Mountains in Cambodia. Hers might involve breakfast at the Brasserie Lipp in Paris. He once dragged her to some eco-resort in Costa Rica, where the howler monkeys lived up to their name. Her revenge involved dragging him to Paris, and a fancy part of it too.

As she walked over to the foot of the stairs, she thought: I’m home. This is home. The coffee, the sizzling bacon, Duncan, even the recalcitrant teenager upstairs. This is something valuable and meaningful, something I don’t want to break. This is good. She felt a deep sense of gratitude.

She called out, “Jacob, come on.” She didn’t hear the shower running. So he was still in his bedroom. The kid was sixteen but acted like a child sometimes. He regularly slept through his alarms. She started up the stairs to get him and then heard his door open.

“I heard you,” Jake said.

“I want us to call Ashley.”

“I don’t have time.”

“Well, we’re Skyping in five minutes, so let’s get moving.”

Ashley, who was eighteen, was spending a gap year, between high school and college, in Namibia, volunteering at a village outside Windhoek that took care of women with AIDS. Internet service there was intermittent. Juliana imagined a shack made from corrugated steel, with a 1998-model modem and a long extension cord.

Jake came into the kitchen, in jeans and a black T-shirt with a couple of cartoon characters with bulging eyes on it and the words RICK AND MORTY. Some TV show he liked. He had his father’s brown eyes and curly brown hair, in need of a haircut. He was a good-looking kid, in a gawky, awkward teenage way, and she was pretty sure he’d grow up to be a handsome man like his father. But his eyes were bloodshot and glassy. He looked feverish.

“Hey, sweetie, you okay?”

“I’m fine, what do you mean?”

“Were you up really late last night?”

“No,” Jake said too quickly. Which meant yes. She had no idea what he did in his room so late at night. Video games? Lights were supposed to be out by ten, but neither she nor Duncan regularly enforced that. She spent the day being a judge, being the arbiter, making sure the rules were followed. She didn’t want to do it at home too.

“All set for the big math test?” she asked.

“What? Oh, I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I don’t particularly care.”

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