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They entered the courtroom five minutes early. It was crowded. The Pixies recognized nearly everyone there.
Judge Carter was hammering her gavel on the previous case. Both litigants looked annoyed. One of started to speak but was silenced by his lawyer's rapidly shaking head. The bailiff collected paperwork from the bench, passed the bundle to the clerk and cleared the tables.
The bailiff called the next case, naming the principals. "Peter Allyn O'Neal, represented by Raymond Doyle, Esq., seeking grant of guardianship of minor child, Miss Phoebe O'Neal, orphan, no relation, late of the State of Nebraska. The New York City Department of Child Services, the State of Nebraska, the NYPD, the Board of Education of New York, and the District Attorney's Office endorse the grant."
"In addition, the court has received nine amicus curiae petitions asking that the request be granted." The bailiff handed the judge a folder full. She pushed her reading glasses up and reviewed the case file, memorizing the particulars and looking at the petitions. "This is quite unprecedented. There is no opposition. Miss O'Neal, no relation, approach the bench."
Phoebe said, "Yes, your honor, ma'am." She went before the judge and curtseyed. It was all Judge Carter could do not to laugh. The previous case had been a vicious child custody battle between divorced parents fighting hammer and tong over every miniscule detail. This young lady was a refreshing break from the usual drudgery.
"Please sit in the witness box, Miss. You will help me decide this case." Carter decided she would act as the girl's advocate.
"Thank you, your honor. Am I assistant judge? Can I put this on my independent study foot notes?"
"First, tell me about yourself."
Pete listening to the judge's thoughts was impressed. He directed to Spring and Star,
Star thought back.
Rani turned white and whispered, 'Slaver' to Pete. He waved the bailiff over.
Quietly he said, "Officer, that man in the back is a really dangerous character. My girls don't fear much but are afraid of him. Maybe you should have the men at the door be ready to act fast. If you approach him, he will either attack or try to run. Perhaps he will collide with a guard. Assaulting an officer of the court gives probable cause to search him or get an ID, right?"
The bailiff signed something to the uniforms at the door, and all three moved toward the suspect. The guy panicked, clearly going for something in his pocket as he rushed in Rani's direction. The cops took him down decisively, seconds before a mob of Pixies with blood in their eyes arrived to do the same.
"Let the nice policemen do their jobs, girls. You can have the next one."
"Rats, Boss. He tried to hurt Rani and you. We wanted to show him how bad a choice that was." Mary said with an innocent smile. "And he spoiled Phoebe's day."
Pete tried to hug them all his Pixies at once and almost succeeded. Asst. DA Washburn and Judge Carter watched the display as they neared the group. "I made a good decision today, Ben. Look at that."
"Yes you did, Marsha. All fourteen of them are attached at the heart. Lets talk to them."
He tapped Pete on the shoulder and was nearly taken down himself.
"Don't surprise our protector like that, especially when there is a threat." Kim warned, "Mr. O'Neal's reflexes are crazy fast."
Her twin whispered, "Look at his eyes before they change back."
Washburn and the Judge Carter looked and were momentarily frozen.
"Sorry, Mr. Washburn. I tend to get very protective in situations like this. I don't like it when my girls are in danger." Pete apologized again to the judge. "Your honor, please forgive me. I don't mean to add to the violence brought into your courtroom."
Ben asked, "It was you who clued the bailiff, wasn't it."
"Your bailiff is a sharp guy. He must have seen something that tipped him off." Pete grinned. "I was never here."
"It's a good thing I didn't put you under oath or I would have to charge you with perjury." Carter laughed. "Really, what tipped you off? And you're doing a horrible job of not being here."
"He was the only one not happy with your finding and I got a really bad feeling. Two of the girls had seen him hanging around in places hundreds of miles apart. The clincher was Rani's word, 'Slaver'. That's when I spoke to the Bailiff."
The judge called the bailiff over. "Arrest him. Charge him with assault on an officer of the law, carrying a concealed weapon in a court of law, attempted murder, resisting arrest and felonious stupidity in my face. Read him his rights. Make sure he gets any medical attention he earns between here and the holding cell."
"I think I like her, Boss." Athena said, "Judge Carter is just like us."
"But you would have bent him up a little more than the policemen." Selena giggled.
"I know who you are." Washburn said. "Hayes mentioned a five foot terror who broke some bones in his report."
"He didn't listen when I told him to stay down when I put his butt on the sidewalk the first time. I hate doing things twice." She mock frowned. "And we're all five foot terrors. Except for Star and Spring. They're the short ones."
"But most of all, do not muss my sister Jenny's hair. She will show you how much she hates that." Penny added. "That should be in Detective Hayes' report, too."
Rani asked, "Judge, will Mr. O'Neal and I have to come back and testify in court? You know you don't have them all and they never give up."
"I think sworn depositions will work." Ben interjected. "The bailiff can get the credit for being alert. He probably noticed the guy and needed a reason. There are tons of witnesses and the surveillance tapes."
Pete made a call on his cell phone. "Not so sadly, we have to leave. I promised my girls a dinner at South Street Seaport this evening and our short bus awaits. We plan to go to the Fishmarket Restaurant. It's not real fancy, but it's not a dive by any scale. I imagine the girls will have a blast. I'm gonna talk to the owner and see if I can get him to serve us family style. He's a good guy. If you can find us, I'll buy you a drink, or you can join us for dinner."
'We may take you up on that offer. A drink sounds good. But you can't pay. It wouldn't look kosher after my ruling today. If I pick up my own check, no one will question it."
Most of the audience was waiting on the steps outside. Pete and the girls were careful to greet and thank everyone they saw for their help and support. Several were invited to dine with the group, but all declined, even Mr. Doyle. Some had prior engagements, but all wanted the family to have some private time.
The driver, Zeno Bowler (really), double-parked and opened the doors. "Best hurry, Mr. O'Neal. I hear there's a lot of police around here. Don't want to get a ticket."
"Don't sweat it Zeno. I know some people. Load up, girls, before we get a citation for parading without a permit."
When the driver pulled up to the restaurant Pete told him to try to park nearby and join them inside. "No can do. Have to stay with the bus. Company policy."
Well, keep your cell phone on. I'll send out a seafood platter for you."
"I appreciate it. Calamari, oysters and clams would be great."
They had no trouble getting seated with a fine view of the harbor and Brooklyn Bridge. It was only a little after six on a Monday, so even in New York, there was not much of a dinner rush this early.
Pete did talk to the owner who agreed that family style made more sense for a group of teenaged girls than a-la-carte from the menu. "I'll instruct the wait staff to refill the platters as they get empty. The girls self-select their own favorites."
Pete had him tell the staff that he would add a 40% gratuity to the bill because the group might be there for a while and he didn't want the servers to miss the turnover on other tables. "I'll be asking for two 'doggie bag' containers for our driver. He has to stay with the bus, but this spread is too good to miss."
Within minutes, they were placing two tables together. Norman, Olivia, Bonnie, and Dave from the high school exams came in to celebrate. Judge Marsha Carter and DA Ben Washburn, right behind them followed by Franco and Simone dePalma. All those prior commitments had mysteriously been cancelled.
The chefs went into overdrive. Soon, the servers brought platter after bowl after pan of goodness from the briny deep. Sautéed, fried, battered, broiled, raw, boiled, steamed; if you could do it to anything with scales, anything with a shell, anything with pincers, anything with tentacles, it got done perfectly and put on the table.
Before the food parade got totally ridiculous, he filled the 'doggie trays', one with Zeno's choices and one with fries and assorted veggies. Zeno rushed in, meeting Pete at the door. "Thanks, this beats the hell out of a burger. But be aware, Mr. O'Neal, There are some guys paying what I think is a little too much attention to the short bus. Might be nothing, but be careful."
"Thanks for the heads up. And call me Pete. Please. This 'mister' stuff makes me feel old. Drive far enough so you can park and enjoy the meal. Probably Yonkers."
"Just be sure to call me when you're ready to leave. I'll call back when I'm in position to load you in."
He returned to the table with his family and friends, old and new. The conversation was lively and entertaining throughout the lunatic repast. Even the owner and staff joined in. Fortunately, the other patrons were served on time and seemed to enjoy the impromptu floorshow.
Marsha was telling courtroom stories when Pete's phone beeped. It was Zeno. He had spotted a dozen not-so-savory characters outside the eatery. "This is not pretty, Pete. What are your orders?"
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