If bombs had human expression, they should look just like Samuel Baxter looked at that moment: red, bloated, and out of control.

“Mr. Miller! I asked you a question.” The judge was growing impatient. “Does your client have the financial means to afford to raise a child with special needs like Alice?”

Miller snorted helplessly.

“Your Honor, my client and I would like to request a continuance for—”

“For what?” Connor interrupted him. “For making up records that we know are inexistent? Please! You just filed a child support suit, Miller! Even the statuette of justice knows your client has no income to support the child! For God's sake, just hand over the records to the judge and let's get this over with!”

Miller gave him a look of hatred, but as soon as he turned to the Judge he could tell by her impatient face that she was not going to give him any more leeway. He picked up the records that were inside his briefcase and brought them to the judge, who flipped through them, incredulou