The Last Good Knight Part V: The Last Good Night. Tiffany Reisz

      “No. Not yet.”

      “There’s a rest?” Lance looked at her with a gaze that said “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” “You mean more than you being a professional Dominatrix?”

      “Sort of,” she said.

      “More than sort of.” The judge walked over to his bookcase and ran his hands along the spines. He pulled out a rather battered-looked paperback novel. Nora held her breath. “Here you go, son. Ever read the books by this lovely lady?”

      Lance stared at the cover. “The Runaway by...Nora Sutherlin. Nora, you write books?”

      “I am exercising my right to remain silent.”

      “Guilty on all charges. And I might throw the book at you.” Judge B. tossed her book at her. “Even if no one in the courtroom knew about Miss Nora’s moonlighting as a Dominatrix, it’s public record that she’s an erotica writer.”

      “I had no idea you were famous,” Lance said, looking both impressed and concerned.

      “I’m a writer. I’m the opposite of famous.”

      “Infamous,” the judge supplied. “Shall I tell him what the book’s about or will you?”

      “I write my own copy all the time. I’ll do it. It’s loosely based on the story of Daphne and Apollo, except in this case Daphne is a sixteen-year-old girl who lives in a group home and is being pursued by the handsome older off-duty cop who accidentally killed her violent twin brother while restraining him during a fight. It’s actually a sweet love story. You know, apart from all the statutory rape.”

      Lance buried his face in his hands.

      “In a child custody case, everything is evidence including the works of fiction written by the father’s new girlfriend.”

      “You’re not helping my case here, Judge B.” Nora pointed her finger at him. He raised his hands in surrender.

      “You wanted the truth and my help. I’m simply telling it like it is.” The judge sighed heavily. “Of course, it does get worse.”

      “Worse?” Lance’s eyes widened in horror. “What’s worse?”

      “The lovely Miss Nora works for Kingsley Edge who I assume you also work for, yes?”

      “Yes,” Lance said, his lips tightening into a thin line of worry.

      “Kingsley Edge is the last person in this city you want to be involved with when fighting for custody of a child. No matter his virtues as an individual, his enterprise is slightly... What’s the word I’m looking for?”

      “Illegal,” Nora said, swallowing a hard knot in the throat.

      “More than that,” the judge continued, “it’s dangerous. With that much money involved, that many important people who have a lot to lose are involved...let’s just say it’s not going reflect well on you to be on his payroll.”

      “So I quit the job?” Lance asked. Nora could hear the disappointment in his words, the reluctance.

      “You’ll have to if you want your daughter back. You’re no longer in the Navy?”

      “No. Medical discharge. Honorable discharge,” he said.

      “Were you awarded any medals?”

      “Maybe,” he said and left it at that.

      “That’s good. I can make sure we get you a new judge, a judge who has a military background. As a veteran, a wounded and decorated veteran, you should have a very good chance for equal custody. Have you considered rejoining the Navy?”

      “Not really an option. I was offered a job in defense contracting from a company that works with the Navy in Rhode Island.”

      “With SPECWAR?” Nora asked.

      Lance narrowed his eyes at her. “How do you know about that?”

      Nora mimed locking her lips and throwing away the key.

      “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” She had a rather important client there she would hate to piss off. Damn good tipper.

      “How’s the pay?” the judge asked Lance.

      “Stellar. But it’s a desk job. I like to be active. That’s why I wanted to work for Kingsley running security at his clubs, helping people in a hands-on way. Sitting in front of a computer isn’t my idea of serving people.”

      “It might be worth swallowing your pride over. Getting your paycheck from a legitimate employer will reflect much better on you than a paycheck from Kingsley Edge. There’s no bones about it, young man. I can get you in front of a sympathetic judge, I can help you find a good lawyer, I can tell you which psychologist to call for your psych eval, but the rest is up to you. If you want your daughter back, you’re going to have to say goodbye to this world, goodbye to your job with Kingsley and goodbye to Mistress Nora.”