THE HONORABLE SARAH VANCE.
UNITED STATES DISTRICT JUDGE.
My mother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “What is that… a toy? A costume?”
“I assure you, Mother,” I said coldly. “The authority vested in me by the President of the United States is not a toy.”
I pulled out my phone. I didn’t unlock it. I pressed a single button on the side—a panic button linked directly to the US Marshals Service.
“This is Judge Vance,” I said into the air, my eyes never leaving my parents’ terrified faces.
