Lynn made a call. "Deliver the envelope."

"OK, OK don't do that."

"Disregard," Lynn said to the messenger and hung up.

Snatching up the receiver of the conference phone, Captain Hills placed a call. Urgent.

Lynn pressed Record on her device, recording from her upper right hand pocket on her shirt.

Judge Harper Hills answered on the first ring. "This better be important, Grandson. I hate when you call my private line. It's reserved for emergencies. The personal line would have sufficed."

Lynn took the receiver from Captain Hills before he could tell his demonic grandfather to shove it.

"The Honorable Judge Hills. Check your email, old man. Now."

Judge Hills gasped. "Officer Becky, the mysterious freak? I know your voice anywhere. Why are you with my grandson?"

Captain Hills' mouth fell open in shock.

"Tell me he's lying, Lynn. You're Officer Becky?"

"Shut up, Hills. Not today."

Judge Hills picked up his business cell phone and clicked the New Email icon.

A video popped up of two officers from his grandson's department racially harassing Bob Grimes.

This was bad.

He had to do damage control.

"What do you want, Lynn?" Judge Hills asked, keeping his reserve. "Name your price."

"I wanted a secret meeting with you, but I have your attention so I might as well tell you now. Make sure I'm permitted inside Bob's hearing. Denying me access will result in the exposure of your extracurricular activities."

"I don't have time for your idle threats. An escort doesn't get to negotiate with..."

"Veronica. Isn't that your wife's name, Judge?"

He was quiet.

"Click on the second email I sent you, Judge. I never said there was only one."

Pulling it up, photos of him going to bath houses and male sex parties made him sit straight up literally, no pun intended.

He wasn't ready for his air sealed tight, iron clad past to uncover his alternative, secret gay lifestyle.

Behind his wife's back for decades...

Pressing Stop on her device, she said "A messenger is outside your front door with copies of your male toys for Veronica's viewing pleasure. Tell your grandson that I want paid administrative leave, back pay, Officer Hicks and Huckleberry suspended effectively immediately or both of your wives will have a field day walking away with half of everything you own."

"I'll call you with the date and time for Bob's hearing. Don't make me regret it."

"According to the news, a date has already been scheduled, Harper. Don't fuck with me. When I'd the hearing? Check your docket."

"Tomorrow. Eight thirty am."

"See you then..."

So when Harry threatened to tell her police buddies that she was Officer Becky, she already beat him to the punch.

But, of course, make him think he has her in check mate. Doesn't he know that he's playing in shark infested waters now?

No, Harry. Her move. Took the Queen. His side of the chess board only has the King left.

Nothing to protect it.

Stale mate.

Only you don't know it yet.

You took my son from me long before Bob took his life. Hell, Bob did me a favor. He had the guts to do what I couldn't. Kill him, free his from loving Men.

Bob Grimes.

She smiled, thinking of him. He was on his way to sleep with her when he totaled her son's car.

That's why she was in a bathrobe and furry slippers.

She met him online. They had Skype sex with each other for weeks leading up to their supposed meeting.

He was a trucker with one of the sexiest bodies she's ever seen. Having thoughts of other women, she needed Bob to pound her straight.

Take her mind off women.

But when her son and Harry showed up, her booty call plans were destroyed when Bob rammed his SUV into her son's car, inevitably taking his life...

All rise.

The Honorable Harper Hills...

Rolling her eyes, audibly popping her gum, Lynn was in disguise, dumbing down her sensual appearance for a more traditional look. Huge Bandi shades and too much dark makeup successfully hid her identity.

Judge Harper was gorgeous, even in his eighties. He moved like a forty year old gymnast. He looked like he was still in his late forties.

"Please be seated," he said. "This is a closed hearing. All recording devices are to be turned off and logged by first and last name and handed to the bailiff before we proceed. Failure to comply will have you in contempt of court, mandatory ninety days in county jail."

Lynn watched twelve folk, including the bailiff, turn in their phones.

Smiling, she went Facebook Live, sitting back and waiting for when she decided to start the show.

Her view meter broke half a million views in a matter of minutes.

"Psst, Bob," she whispered, getting his attention.

He was in shackles and a white jumpsuit.

Still tall and handsome.

"Do I know you?"

"It's Officer Becky. We were supposed to hook up..."

"Yes, I remember. On the day of the accident. What are you doing here?"

Lynn swallowed hard. "I can get you off, charges dropped..."

Bob took a deep breath...