Five and a half years later.
Graham Wiertham, a stocky man in his early forties and dressed in his best business suit, forced a smile and nod to acknowledge those that passed him in the lushly carpeted corridor. He noted the suits of armour, family portraits and hunting trophies on display. Is he really any different? Hearing the case is one thing, but would he dare rule against his own? He turned and looked through the large oak doors into the main courtroom of Draishire Castle. Continue reading