On What Seemed Like an Ordinary Cold Morning Outside a Quiet Courthouse Where People Expected Nothing More Than Routine Legal Business, Fifteen Motorcycles Suddenly Rolled In and Stopped in Perfect Silence—And Moments Later One Gray-Bearded Biker Walked Straight Toward an Elderly Judge and Did Something That Made the Entire Crowd Think a Violent Confrontation Was About to Happen

Without looking back at the other riders, Marcus walked straight toward the steps.

Phones immediately began to appear in people’s hands.

“This looks serious,” someone murmured.

Just as Marcus reached the base of the steps, the courthouse doors opened and an elderly man stepped outside carefully, leaning slightly on a wooden cane. The man wore a dark overcoat and thin glasses that slid down his nose when he looked down the steps.

His name was Judge Walter Bennett, a man who had served on the county bench for nearly forty years before retiring five years earlier.