Maya's POV
"I'm recording this call." I press the button on my phone. "Judge Morrison, you just confessed to murder and threatened my children. This is now evidence."
Silence. Then laughter. Cold. Cruel.
"You think you're smart? That recording is inadmissible. New York is a one-party consent state for phone recordings, yes. But I'm a judge. I know the law better than you. I know exactly how to make that recording disappear. How to claim entrapment. How to destroy your credibility."
"People will believe me."
"Will they? You're James Walsh's daughter. Born from rape. Everyone knows you're damaged. Unstable. They'll believe you're making accusations out of spite. Out of your genetic predisposition to violence."
"You can't
"I can do anything. I'm a judge. I control courtrooms. I decide who's guilty and who's innocent. And I've already decided you're guilty. Of harassing me. Of making false accusations. Of being an unfit mother."
"What?"
