Conchobar was headed to the local Starbucks after an early morning run before he headed off to work. He'd cleaned up, dressed pristine in a suit and tie. No one took a sloppy judge seriously.
For days he'd harbored a tension headache that even coffee wouldn't cure. That damned ball lodged in his brain would forever pound against his temples every time he was stressed. Deirdre and her new beau were on his hate list.
He walked out of the coffee shop with a cup of tea, sliding shades over his eyes the moment the sun started to peek out from behind the clouds.