"And to Margaret Whitfield..."
Judge Davies stopped, her gaze turning cold as mountain river slate as she looked down at my former wife.
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Chapter 1My husband looked me in the eyes and said, “You wanted to be a mother, so act like one,”..."Under the negotiated plea agreement," Judge Davies continued mercilessly, "the defendant’s active incarceration is suspended in consideration of her cooperation against the broker network. Margaret Whitfield is sentenced to ten years of federal supervised probation, with a mandatory, non-dischargeable restitution garnishment of one hundred percent of all non-essential income, payable directly to the Veterans of Foreign Wars Historical Education Trust."
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CRACK.
The heavy wooden gavel struck the sounding block with a single, concussive explosion that echoed through the courthouse like an artillery shot.
"Furthermore," Judge Davies concluded, looking across the well of the court straight into my eyes, her expression softening with profound, sacred reverence, "under special executive resolution of the United States Congress, the forty-two million dollars in recovered historical ciphers is hereby permanently assigned to The Thomas & Harold Whitfield National Memorial Fellowship, administered under the sole, permanent executive direction of Harold Whitfield."
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Judge Davies struck her gavel a second time.
