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!