# The Sapphire Verdict Judge Helena Morwitz died at precisely 9:47 PM on a Tuesday, seventeen minutes after court adjourned for the day. The courthouse janitor found her slumped over her desk in chambers, a half-empty glass of whiskey beside her cold hand. The medical examiner confirmed what Detective Raines suspected: cyanide poisoning. Three people had entered the Judge's chambers that evening. Three people with motives sharp enough to cut glass. First was Martin Cheswick, the prosecutor whose career the Judge had destroyed that very morning. She'd cited him for contempt, recommended disbarment, all because he'd dared to question her ruling. Witnesses saw him storm into her chambers at 9:15. "She ruined me," Martin admitted freely to Raines. "Twenty years of service, gone. But I didn't kill her. I shouted, yes. I called her every name in the book. Then I left at 9:25. She was very much alive and pouring herself a victory drink when I walked out." Second was Rebecca Nolan, a court reporter who'd worked with Judge Morwitz for eight years. She entered chambers at 9:30, according to the security log. "The Judge asked me to bring up the transcripts from the Cheswick case," Rebecca explained, her eyes red from crying. "She wanted to review them before filing her formal complaint. I brought them up, set them on her desk, and left. Five minutes, no more. The glass was already on her desk. I remember because she swirled it while she talked, ice clinking." Third was Leonard Pryce, the Judge's own brother, who'd entered at 9:40. He freely admitted their meeting's purpose. "I begged her to reconsider the Cheswick situation," Leonard said. "Martin's wife is my business partner. This disbarment would devastate both our families. Helena was stubborn, as always. We argued for maybe seven minutes. She dismissed me, took a drink of her whiskey, and I left. That was 9:47. If she died at 9:47, someone else poisoned that drink." Detective Raines stood in the Judge's chambers, studying the scene. The whiskey bottle sat on the credenza, expensive scotch, the Judge's nightly ritual. The glass on her desk held melted ice and amber liquid, still faintly smelling of almonds beneath the scotch. The crime scene photos showed everything: the glass, the bottle, the transcripts in their manila folder, the Judge's daily planner open to today's date, her reading glasses folded beside it. And then Raines saw it. Something that didn't fit. Something that told her exactly who'd killed Judge Morwitz. "Rebecca Nolan," Raines said quietly. "You mentioned ice clinking in the Judge's glass." "Yes, at 9:30, when I delivered the transcripts." "But Martin Cheswick said the Judge was *pouring* herself a drink when he left at 9:25, five minutes before you arrived. Ice takes time to melt, especially in expensive scotch, which people drink slowly. Yet you saw ice, and it was clinking—not melted. Then Leonard Pryce arrives at 9:40, and the Judge takes a drink. He would have noticed if she'd just poured a fresh drink—which was the poisoned one." Rebecca's face paled. "You made two trips, didn't you?" Raines continued. "The first at 9:30, just as you said. But you came back. Probably around 9:35, while you knew the Judge would be alone. You brought a prepared glass, already poisoned, identical to hers. You switched them. The Judge had looked away, or you'd distracted her somehow. Then you waited for Leonard to arrive as scheduled—you'd seen it in her planner when you delivered the transcripts. You needed someone else present right before she died. A perfect last suspect." Rebecca's hands trembled. "She knew. About the court funds I'd been embezzling. Eight years of skimming, fifty thousand dollars. She told me that afternoon she was turning me in the next morning." "So you carried cyanide with you?" "My father's photography darkroom. I've had it in my bag for weeks, ever since she started asking questions about the ledgers. I was so scared, every single day, waiting for her to..." Rebecca didn't finish. She didn't need to. Detective Raines had her confession, and Judge Helena Morwitz had her verdict after all—delivered not from the bench, but from beyond it. Some great Deals https://amzn.to/49SJ3Qs For more check out http://www.quietplease.ai This content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI
