Bullies Sla-pped New Girl Cheerleader — Unaware Her Father Is A Hell Angels
Chapter 31
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"My apologies for the interruption," she said. Her voice was clear and precise, the voice of a woman who had spent decades making sure rooms heard her correctly. "I'm Patricia Holloway, retired circuit court judge, Harlow County, 22 years on the bench."The room shifted. The way rooms do when someone unexpected walks in who clearly knows exactly what they're doing.Marsh said, "Judge Holloway, you're a member of the community. You're welcome to observe.""I'm not here to observe," Holloway said.She reached into her briefcase and removed a manila folder. She walked to the committee table and placed it in front of Marsh."I'm here to submit documentation relevant to this proceeding." She stepped back. "Eight years ago, I presided over a preliminary hearing involving a complaint filed against a young woman at this college. The complaint was generated by interference from this department. The case was settled in the complainant's favor after significant harm had already been done to her academic record."She paused."18 months ago, a complaint was filed in my retired capacity—I still serve on the county review board—involving an incident with a minor at a function attended by Tyler Greer. That complaint was never formally pursued. The file was removed from the active review queue after a communication from Sheriff Greer's office."She looked at the committee. "I retained a personal copy," she said. "As is my right under county review protocol."Silence."I became aware of today's proceeding through community channels," she said. "I believe the committee should have the full picture of what this pattern looks like when it's viewed across time." She looked at Marsh. "I'll answer any questions the committee has."She sat down in the gallery.The folder sat on the table in front of Linda Marsh. Marsh looked at it. Then she looked at the room. Dale Greer had not moved from the side wall. But his posture had changed, not in a way that was obvious, just in the way a structure changes when something load-bearing gives way inside it.Marsh said, "Dean Callaway, I'd like to take a 10-minute recess."Callaway said, "Yes, absolutely."The gallery did not disperse during the recess. The 23 men from the chapter sat in their seats and waited. Some of them spoke quietly to each other. Most didn't. They had the particular patience of people who are accustomed to the long kind of waiting, the kind that comes before something that matters.Ray Malone did not get up. He sat where he was and looked at the front of the room.