Disorderly Conduct

His cohorts had betrayed him. How many charges of resisting arrest had come across his bench that he never questioned? How many charges of assaulting an officer? How many plaintiffs recanted after a series of postponements when cooler heads and money prevailed. He’d let those cases slide. Still, he had a job to perform, a full docket ahead of him. He ran both hands through the thick, graying hair that fell over his ears like a helmet. He listened to an all too familiar story…