It was a lousy night at work. Even thought it was a slow night I wasn’t even batting 100. Actually I was a lot lower. My first three cases had died on the table. I wasn’t very successful that night.
I got an e-mail from a friend concerning his messy divorce that somehow just got a whole lot nastier this week. I don’t have any details and it’s really not any of my business, but it gave me the idea for this story.
This is an old story of crime and punishment, as old as human history. Can the punishment for the crime ever end? Maybe it is possible, for some, but not others. Maybe it is possible for everyone. Who knows such things? You be the judge.