Deadlock

6

Sheela came in from her yard time, holding something. “Hey,” she said to A

Why the sudden questioning, A

“Honey, you sure did take a wrong turn.”

A

Then Sheela tossed her some papers. “Got that at the chapel,” she said. “Thought you might be interested.”

A

“Maybe you want to come hear the Word sometime with me,” Sheela said. “Keep you from cryin’ so much.”

Sheela was into Jesus. Talked about him constantly. A

A

I have been in jail. I have nearly died. I have lost the people I loved more than anything in the world. I wonder sometimes why I didn’t take my own life. I think I know why now. God isn’t finished with me yet.

What was this? A

Then it hit her like a rifle shot. Wasn’t that the guy’s name, the minister, the one who had been tied up with Hollander when Dan Ricks was on the job?

Same guy! Had to be. She looked back at the page. It was blurred and A

A

CHAPTER TWENTY

1

Friday, December 3

The Supreme Court’s 4-4 deadlock in an abortion rights case earlier this week raises serious issues of national policy, experts say. What is baffling, leading court watchers note, is that the Court a

“It’s obvious one of the justices refused to rule,” said Yale Law Professor Lawrence I. Graebner, who argued on behalf the NPPG before the high court. “Frankly, I can’t imagine which justice would do that. What’s worse is that this leaves the door open to a possible rollback of Roe v. Wade sometime in the future. I’m very troubled.”

The court’s decision has no national effect. It leaves in place the decision of the Eleventh Circuit Court of Appeals which had remanded the case for trial.

“This is a victory for the one who counts most, Sarah Mae Sherman,” said Millicent Ma

Speaking by phone from her office in Santa Lucia, California, Hollander added, “The larger debate must also continue. We now have an opportunity to engage in a new national discussion about what’s best for us as a nation of laws.”

Helen Forbes Kensington, president of the National Parental Pla

2

“Who do you think it was?” Jack Holden said.

“I have a feeling,” Millie answered.

They were outside on the basketball court behind the church. The warm winter had preserved the wildflowers of the Santa Lucia valley, and today they seemed to have dropped directly from the palette of God.

Across the valley the sleeping giant was still flat on his back. Sometimes, as a girl, Millie had wondered what would happen if the giant suddenly woke up, stood, and made his way toward the town. How would the people react? Would they run, or would they welcome him as an old friend?

Then she wondered – if enough people awoke from their moral slumbers and began to return to the true source of all law, what would the rest of the country do? Scream? Or recognize a forgotten friend? She knew much of her future work was going to be tied up with those questions.

The partnership of Hollander & Wilkes had made national news with the Sherman case. The Washington Post ran a piece entitled “From Big Time to Small Town.” But the partnership did not feel small to Millie. It felt perfectly woven into the tapestry of her life.

“So who?” Jack said, bouncing the ball in front of him with staccato impatience.

“Thomas J. Riley,” she said.

“Riley? No way. Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. To give the debate back to the people, maybe. I do know Tom loves the Court as much as I do, and has a deep well of integrity. I know he believes that sign on his desk. Vincit omnia veritas. Truth conquers all things.”

Jack thought a moment. “So he was the judicial hero you quoted in your argument?”

Millie nodded.

Jack bounced the ball a few more times. “Do you believe truth conquers all?”

“I believe a lot of things I didn’t used to. For instance, I believe God weaves patterns.”

“I do too,” Jack said. He held the ball. Then he smiled. “Maybe,” he added, “part of the reason this all happened was so you could come back to Santa Lucia and marry me.”

He bounced the ball once, as if to create an exclamation point. Then he waited for a response.

Millie felt a gust of desert air, pure and clean. She was back home, but Santa Lucia was not the place it once was. The past, with all its hurts and confusions, had somehow faded, like an old sepia-toned photograph left out in the sun. The place where she was living now was new; it gave her the feeling of starting over.

But with a minister? As a wife? What sort of pattern was this?

“Tell you what,” Millie said, her heart begi

The preacher’s smile widened as he turned toward the basket.

“Right-handed,” Millie said.

Jack pointed at her. “No problem.”

He bounced the ball a couple of times, looked at the basket, then launched his shot into the air. It arced beautifully, then hit the front of the rim and clanked out.

Jack stood there, frozen, as if couldn’t believe he’d missed.

“Good thing we’ve got all day,” Millie said.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

This novel would not have been possible without the help of many special people.

Professor John Eastman of Chapman University School of Law, former clerk to Justice Clarence Thomas, walked me through much of the Supreme Court’s day-to-day operations as well as many of the legal aspects of the novel. One of the “smart guys,” he is a credit to his students, his school, and the enterprise of American law. Any mistakes that appear in the book are mine alone.

On the issue of the role of the Declaration of Independence in modern Constitutional jurisprudence, I am indebted to one of my old law professors, Ronald Garet, of the law school at the University of Southern California. His insights were invaluable, and he continues to challenge his students to think about the law from a moral and religious angle, and not merely as a high-paying profession.

Profound thanks for their time and knowledge go to my colleagues and friends Randy Alcorn, Terri Blackstock, Mel and Cheryl Hodde, and Angela Elwell Hunt.

I owe a huge debt to my editor, Dave Lambert. Dave knows whereof he speaks when it comes to fiction, so when he spoke (or, rather, issued one of his famous “Dave letters”) I listened. His insights made this a better book. Thanks, Dave.