Super American Lawyer

I finished writing Super American Patriot and have moved on the next book in the series, "Super American Lawyer," all about how Uncle Larry, after eradicating terrorism and drug smuggling, takes on his toughest challenge to date, the American legal system. Here's an excerpt:

Chapter 33

A puff of blue smoke rose peacefully past the heavy iron light fixture hanging from the center of Courtroom E. It curled around large glowing round globes and dissipated at the ceiling, an epilogue to the frenzy that preceded it. A terrified mother in her mid-forties sat alone at the witness stand, biting the first knuckle of her clenched fist and sobbing softly to herself.

The judge slouched over the bench with his head down, the handle of his broken gavel still in his right hand, his face obscured from view. He was breathing heavily. A bit of shredded carrot was stuck to the judge's ear.

JELL-O salad was strewn about the courtroom. The gallery was silent. The jury leaned forward, their clothing and faces splattered with pineapple, shredded carrot, and lime green gelatin, mouths now agape--eyes fixed expectantly on the attorney that at that very moment was addressing them.

Several mannequins (now a shade greener and seriously maimed) were strewn about a mock-up of the crime scene directly in front of the jury box. Uncle Larry stood triumphantly where the dining room table had been moments before. His face was blackened and his western-cut suit was in tatters. "And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury," Uncle Larry boomed, "is how a JELL-O salad...well....do I really have to tell you?! The defense rests!"

The judge suddenly stood, shaking with rage, both arms above his head, his black robes and red face making him appear a banshee ready to descend upon the courtroom. "Case DISMISSED!" he screamed as the gallery erupted in cheers. "Bailiff, take defense counsel into custody, I don't know how he got that past security!" By that time, the noise from the crowd had drowned out the judge and the Bailiff stood stunned as Uncle Larry and his client were carried out on the shoulders of a large group of law students who had come to watch closing arguments.

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