Chapter 18: Get back on track

September 7.

The weather shows no signs of getting cooler, and New York looks like a giant oven.

The results of the Brooklyn investigation came down.

Judge Brooklyn Lee was not found to be of misconduct.

Brooklyn officers reinstated!

Today is his first official day at work.

As always, the crowd at the entrance of the courthouse was congested, and I don't know which courtroom was hearing the case that attracted so much attention, and the reporters held up the microphone, followed by photographers with long guns and short guns, gathered in a group.

Surrounded in the center is their new darling, and Brooklyn is a thing of the past.

He parked his car in the parking lot and was about to get out of the car when he heard a loud engine roar behind him, and an exaggerated black motorcycle came straight at him.

Without waiting for Brooklyn to react, the motorcycle had another beautiful tail swing and stopped in the parking space next to him.

The owner of the motorcycle takes off his helmet, revealing the face of a typical middle-aged man.

"Early, Judge Brooklyn,"

The class rider greeted him with a sunny smile on his face.

"Morning, you're ......"

Brooklyn stood still, document bag in hand, greeted mechanically, and looked like a fool.

"Michael, Michael Desciato."

The rider took off his gloves, grabbed Brooklyn's hand and shook it.

Michael Desciato?

Brooklyn followed the class riders and got into the elevator.

It was a name he was familiar with.

It was the new Chief Justice of E.D.N.Y.

When Kliman Paul died of a heart attack two months ago, a new chief judge was quickly appointed, named Michael Desciato.

At the time, Brooklyn was still suspecting that the FBI was behind the scenes, so he kept an eye on Kliman's successor, but the FBI dereliction of duty case was held before Michael took office.

In charge of the trial was another veteran judge of E.D.N.Y.

Because of this, Brooklyn later dropped his suspicions of the FBI.

If the FBI's painstaking goal is to select a judge of its choice to hear a case of dereliction of duty, not to mention whether it is worth it to kill a chief judge of a federal district court, the trial time alone is not a good choice.

After Michael's arrival, Brooklyn's last suspicion was completely dispelled.

The middle-aged man commuted to and from work on time every day, but he never tried cases and never appeared in court.

He stays in the office during working hours, and whoever asks for anything, he approves it, and the whole humanoid self-propelled stamp.

Go to L&O Bar after work and have fun with everyone.

L&O is a members-only bar open to the judiciary and a mecca for judges and lawyers.

After this boss parachuted into E.D.N.Y, it can be said that he did everything except business, and he integrated into it very naturally. Looks like a guy who eats and waits to die.

"Welcome back! Brooklyn. ”

Going up to the second floor, the two offices happened to be in the same direction, and Michael greeted him as he walked.

"You still lack an assistant, do you choose one yourself, or do you need the court to recommend it for you?"

Michael asked, standing in the doorway.

"Don't worry, you think about it first, and come to me when you need it, I'm here."

As he spoke, he gestured to his office.

Just when Brooklyn thought the inexplicable encounter was over, Michael poked his head out of his office again.

"Your court is still on the 9th, and they say that 9 is your lucky number."

"By the way, what we have temporarily assigned you are some easy and simple cases, don't get me wrong, the court is very heavy on your ability, these are just to warm you up."

"Something came to me, I'm right here."

With that, Michael waved at Brooklyn, like a beckoning cat.

Brooklyn glanced at the office next door.

No matter what Michael's intentions are, it's hard to hate him.

He could have arranged the work without explaining it to Brooklyn, and Brooklyn would not have any special ideas, but he explained it anyway.

This boss is very interesting.

Brooklyn shook her head and walked into her office.

The office was sealed while he was being investigated, and now that the investigation is over, the owner has returned, and the office has been reopened.

Brooklyn walked in step by step, and the vague memories in his mind kept flooding out.

The entire office is a two-way structure, and the outer third of the space is allocated to the judge's assistant, and the layout of this part is simple, with a desk and a series of filing cabinets.

One more door is the real judge's office.

The judge's office is spacious, surrounded by filing cabinets of the same style, with a larger desk in the center and a wardrobe to the left of the desk.

Open the closet, and there is a black robe hanging inside.

This is the "workout" of the judges.

No sooner had he put on his "overalls" than Michael's assistant Ruby knocked on the door.

"Brooklyn, welcome back. These are your 'greeting gifts'"

Michael didn't replace Kliman's assistant.

She placed a thick stack of papers on the Brooklyn desk, said hello, and hurried away.

Brooklyn flipped through the papers, these were indictments, and they were all cases that he would be trying later.

Michael didn't lie to him, these are civil cases.

Federal courts can be broadly divided into six types according to the nature of the case: civil courts, criminal courts, family courts, residential courts, small claims courts, and agency courts. [Note 1]

There was no criminal case in Brooklyn.

After briefly flipping through a few indictments, it was close to nine o'clock, and Brooklyn rushed to Courtroom No. 9 with the documents in his arms.

Court No. 9.

The bailiff on duty, who took the place of the judge's assistant, maintained order, coughed when he saw Brooklyn coming from the inner court.

"Please all stand and Court E.D.N.Y. 9 is now in session, presided by the Honourable Judge Brooklyn Lee,"

Brooklyn nodded at him and strode onto the bench, pressing his hands down.

"You may be seated."

Instead of looking at both parties, he lowered his head and studied the indictment.

This first case, according to the indictment, was a family lawsuit.

The old-fashioned parents' relationship is broken, the old-fashioned blame each other, the old-fashioned fight for property, and the court goes to court.

Thankfully, they don't have children yet.

The so-called clean officials are difficult to decide family affairs, whether in the past or present life, Brooklyn hates this kind of case very much. It's not that it's easy to mess with yourself inside and out, and the income is very low. Typical efforts are not proportional to returns.

After reading the indictment, Brooklyn already had the urge to get up and leave.

Concentrate:

1. Disputes between individuals or companies in civil court, and the amount of the claim is not more than 25,000 US dollars

Criminal court criminal cases and subpoenas, arraignments, felony and misdemeanor charges

Family Court Child Custody, Visitation and Guardianship and Protective Orders

Disputes between landlords and tenants in residential court, including evictions

Small Claims Court disputes between individuals or companies with claims not exceeding $10,000

Acting for court wills, estates, deceased's property, adoptions, and guardianships

2. The case written at the end, as well as many cases that appear later, should actually be attributed to the state courts......