Chapter Ten
Justice would be served tonight.
Judge Mather took the private elevator down to Sub-level B. The hour was late, and all of the regular county employees had gone home for the day, so he made no attempt to conceal his favorite cane beneath his garments. He carried it in his right hand, tapping it against his thigh while he watched the lighted panel that marked his descent. In his left hand, he carried a tape player. Above his polished wing tips and executive length socks he was otherwise naked under his judicial robe. He had taken one of his little blue pills before he locked the office door, and he could feel his shriveled root awakening. As the elevator descended, he pulled the black leather executioner’s hood down over his face. He enjoyed the theatrical aspect of the hood,
