Edited by Caro1970 at 10-06-2023 19:16
Walter Bannister had the manner that nothing could rival andno one could imitate, and with it a rare intelligence and perfect rectitude,complete self-command and not a trace of vanity or a hint of ambition foranything he did not already have. He was what every trial court judge shouldbe. When he entered his courtroom, it was as if he had beenthere the whole time: one moment everything all chaos and confusion, a hundredjumbled voices, lawyers, jurors, spectators crowding the benches, the nextmoment, when the door at the side opened, nothing but silence. No one couldremember anything except what was right in front of them: the judge, tall,thin, the slightest touch of gray in the auburn hair cut short and parted onthe side, moving with a scholar’s eye and the sure, gliding step of a man whohad been something of an athlete in his youth. Walter Bannister often toldhimself that he had nothing to complain about. Seen from the outside, he hadthe perfect life: a respected judge, a house in Bel Aire, the fortunate son ofa father who had become one of the richest men in Los Angeles, and the husbandof an important woman, wealthy in her own right and just about the first personanyone would call who wanted a charitable event to be so successful everyonetalked about for months. He had everything, and still he had nothing at all.There was no excitement in his life, no sense of adventure, nothing like whathe had seen in the movies of his childhood, the movies that had depicted thekind of life he thought he would live. Life was something lived by others,something he saw every day in his courtroom but never felt himself. With growing fascination, Walter Bannister tries tounderstand what makes criminals behave the way they do. He becomes more andmore obsessed with what drives someone to murder. His own life an empty shell,he has forgotten, if he ever knew, how to feel anything. Presiding over themurder trial of a man without conscience or remorse, he decides that peoplekill, not because they are abnormal, different from the rest of us, but for thesheer thrill of it. He wonders, he has to know, what it would be like to killsomeone. Is that the secret of what it means to be alive, to know, to reallyknow, what it is like to kill? Walter Bannister must find out...even if itmeans the consequences are deadly.
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