Sandy walked into the courtroom that morning with a feeling of peace. He put on the power suit - a blue suit, white shirt, and red tie. Subconsciously, this did wonders. He walked over to where the offices were - more specifically to where the Judge's chambers were. He had requested to have a word with the judge over the homicide of Trey Atwood, and his client, Marissa Cooper. He checked in with his secretary, and sat outside of his chambers until the judge called him in. The judge came out of his chambers and walked over to Sandy.
"Sandy Cohen! How are you?" the judge asked. Clearly, the two men knew each other.
"I'm good, I'm good. How's being a judge?" Sandy asked him. He shook his hand.
"It's great. How's the D.A.'s office?" he wondered.
"Well, it's a long story, but I no longer work for the D.A.," Sandy replied.
"Oh, well, that's too bad to hear, but why don't we step into my office?" he asked. Sandy nodded and followed the man into his chambers. The judge, who was not wearing his robe then, sat down at his desk. Sandy sat down in front of him. "Now, Sandy, I wanted to talk to you today because of the case that you're involved with. I'm the judge that is going to be trying the case, as you already know. I'm sure that you also must know by now, that no one wants to convict a girl with no priors who was trying to save a young man's life, but not everyone feels the way most of us do. There is someone from Trey Atwood's family who is trying to get Marissa convicted for manslaughter. Do you have any idea who it is?"
Sandy looked at him. He really could not think of anyone, and said, "His mother."
"No, but nice guess. It's his father," the judge replied.
"His father? From what I understood John Atwood was in prison," Sandy told the judge.
"He is, for another week. John Atwood is scheduled to get out of prison in eight days," he informed Sandy. "He also knows that you have custody of his younger son, Ryan, the one Marissa Cooper was trying to protect. This man is not happy about it."
"I see... so what does this mean?" Sandy asked.
"This means that John Atwood could interfere with this case, and he could try and petition for custody of Ryan again," the judge explained. "This is what I wanted to warn you about, Sandy. He doesn't have a lawyer, but since the D.A. is representing Trey Atwood, that will probably the first person he goes to talk to."
"Does he know where Ryan is living?" Sandy wondered.
"He might, through talking to his wife, Dawn Atwood, although I don't know how much they have spoken since his imprisonment in... 1999. If he doesn't know where Ryan is exactly, he can find out through child services rather quickly," the judge replied. "I just wanted to warn you about what is coming down."
"Well, thanks," Sandy replied. He got up out of the chair, and shook the judge's hand. "I'll see you soon. Take care."
"Will do. See ya later, Sandy," the judge replied. Sandy walked out of that office more nervous than when he went in. He wondered what Ryan's father could do. He knew that John Atwood would have some influence in the court proceedings because he was Trey's father, but could he take Ryan from the Cohen house?