“Sit down,” he said. Not nicely. Not angrily. Just coldly.

Katherine sat in the chair to my right. I bent forward on my cane, then ungracefully collapsed into my chair.

Carruthers was staring at his right fist and kneading one of those rubber squeeze-me balls. I was damned glad I wasn’t the ball being pulverized inside that beefy mitt. You could see the sinews on his huge forearms tensing and untensing.

I stole a glance at Katherine; she was holding up okay. As far as I could tell, anyway. Between the eerie darkness and the man’s sheer size and appearance, I wanted the hell out of there. But Katherine was somehow managing to mask whatever anxiety she felt.

“You got my request, Your Honor?” she asked, firm but polite.

“You’re the young lady who arranged and led yesterday’s demonstration?” Carruthers responded, deliberately ignoring her question. That “young lady” thing, that was a nice touch. Very condescending. Very overbearing.

“I am,” Katherine admitted, trying to sound casual.

“It was designed to embarrass me, wasn’t it?”

“Not in the least. It was an expression of public outrage at the captivity of an innocent man. Thomas Whitehall did not murder Lee No Tae, and if I’m given a chance, I will prove that.”

Good so far, I figured. Katherine’s voice was cool, unemotional, detached. She was holding her own. It was one of those David-wrestling-with-Goliath moments.

Carruthers stared at his fist. “Fifteen bloody bodies in a morgue. A rupture in a fifty-year-old alliance that may not be reparable. A public embarrassment for both our nations. Not bad for a day’s work, Miss Carlson. Wouldn’t you say?”

Katherine’s face was static. “It was supposed to be a peaceful, legal demonstration.”

The judge was still staring at his hand, and it was squeezing the ball even harder. His forearm looked like a bunch of snakes slithering up and down in a slow dance.

“You were warned by General Spears, weren’t you? You were told things were brittle here, weren’t you? What’s the matter? Couldn’t resist?”

Katherine couldn’t answer that. There was no answer for that. His Honor was mad as hell and was putting her in her place. Frankly, he had every right to. Regardless of the awful consequences that neither Katherine nor anybody else could’ve foreseen, no judge likes to be taunted by press statements and public demonstrations. She’d been waving a match underneath a stick of dynamite, and the dynamite was now letting her know it didn’t appreciate it.

Nor did it escape me that the judge was exploiting the situation to try to put his strong boot on Katherine’s throat. Smart move on his part. It would save him from having to crush her like a bug in front of the whole court.

I peeked at her. Instead of looking like she wanted to crawl under her seat, she appeared ready to leap across the table and slap him.

She said, “Are you trying to blame me?”

The stick of dynamite was squeezing the ball harder and faster, and I realized that Katherine might enjoy this game of taunting judges, but it wasn’t my idea of great fun. Before either of them could say another word, I quickly intervened. “What’s your decision on our request, Your Honor? I’m asking on the record.”

Carruthers placed the ball in the center of his desk. He stared at it awhile, and I got the point. That ball represented Katherine. If it weren’t for that little piece of rubber, he’d probably rip her arms off and beat her over the head with them.

His eyes shifted to me for the first time. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it, Drummond? To discuss your request.”

In case I haven’t mentioned it yet, the judge has a deep, resonant voice. The type of voice that batters its way through the air and penetrates your skin and bounces right off your bones.

I coughed a bit, and bent forward. “Miss Carlson and I feel it’s imperative to meet with those two men.”

“Then you better have a more compelling legal justification than the one I read.”

Katherine said, “We do. Neither of us were present for the Article 32 pre-court-martial investigation. We haven’t been given the right to full discovery. If this request is denied, we’ll consider it certain grounds for an appeal.”

Her tone was respectful, but she might as well have stuck her middle finger in his face. When a lawyer brazenly threatens to take a judge’s decision and use it for an appeal – no matter how politely it’s couched – that’s pretty much the same thing as… Well, actually, it’s worse than that. The truth is I can’t think of anything as bad.

A big angry snort erupted from Carruthers’s nose and his body jerked forward. His slitty eyes were dead on her pretty face. “Was that a threat?”

She coolly said, “Yes, Your Honor, I threatened you. Respectfully, of course.”

“Well, I-”

I saw a vision of two trains racing full speed at each other, so I said, nearly yelling, “Please let me explain. We’ve just learned that Moran and Jackson have knowledge that could be crucial to the proof of our client’s innocence. Unless we’re able to obtain that knowledge in a timely manner our case will be fatally weakened. Our client will be denied a reasonable defense. We’ll have no choice but to appeal.”

His head cocked to the side, and he scratched his ear. “Go on.”

I looked at Katherine and she nodded for me to take over. In fact, she conceded the discussion so hastily I wondered if she was using me to play a little game here; her version of good cop/bad cop. Only in this case, a more accurate name would be brave cop/chicken cop.

Anyway, I swallowed and said, “We believe the statements provided by Moran and Jackson were physically coerced.”

Carruthers contemplated that a moment. He picked up the rubber ball and began kneading it again. This time, I was the pitiful little thing trapped inside that meaty fist.

“You’d better have a reasonable basis for this suspicion.”

“We do. Yesterday I was interrogated by the same officers who questioned Moran and Jackson. As you can see by my physical condition, they have… shall we say, a very persuasive way about them.”

The room was so dark that he had to get up and walk to the light switch and turn it on. He circled around a few times, inspecting the damage.

He returned to his seat. “Look, Drummond, it’s not news that Korean interrogation techniques aren’t as humane as ours. But if you’re considering a dismissal on that basis, go study your precedents. American law doesn’t recognize the misbehavior of foreign police authorities operating on their own soil as grounds for dismissal.”

“I’m aware of that, Your Honor. A CID officer was present for my beatings.”

“That’s lamentable, but CID can’t be expected to control the behavior of the ROK police, either. Same precedents apply.”

“Agreed, but he participated. And the same CID officer was present for the interrogations of Moran and Jackson. In fact, he’s the lead witness for the prosecution.”

“Then file a complaint against him. But the fact that he struck you doesn’t lead to the conclusion he beat the other two.”

“No sir, it doesn’t. Except there was a point in my interrogation when he and his ROK counterpart thought I was unconscious. I overheard them refer to the beatings they administered to Private Jackson.”

Carruthers was obviously familiar with the case file. “This is Bales you’re referring to?”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

He began bouncing the rubber ball on his desk. “Watch it, Drummond. Of course you want to discredit the star witness, but I don’t allow attorneys to assassinate the reputations of good people. Not in my court. Bales is the youngest CW3 in the Criminal Investigation Division. He has a record any police officer would die for. Let me put this frankly. Don’t be pulling any crap here.”

“May I be equally frank?”

“You’d better be, Drummond.”