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defendants. I was left sitting on the floor, surveying the damage. I had blood on my mouth and teeth and down the crisp white shirt I was wearing. My tie was on the floor under the defense table. It was the clip-on I wear on days I visit clients in holding cells and don’t want to get pulled through the bars.
    I rubbed my jaw with my hand and ran my tongue along the rows of my teeth. Everything seemed intact and in working order. I pulled a white handkerchief out of an inside jacket pocket and started wiping off my face as I used my free hand to grab the defense table and help myself up.
    “Jeannie,” the judge said to his clerk. “Call paramedics for Mr. Haller.”
    “No, Judge,” I said quickly. “I’m okay. Just need to clean up a little bit.”
    I picked my tie up and then made a pathetic attempt at decorum, reattaching it to my collar despite the deep red stain that had ruined the front of my shirt. As I worked the clip into my buttoned collar, several deputies reacting to the courtroom panic button undoubtedly pushed by the judge stormed in through the main doors at the back. Siebecker quickly told them to stand down and that the incident had passed. The deputies fanned out across the back wall of the courtroom, a show of force in case there was anyone else in the courtroom thinking about acting out.
    I took one last swipe at my face with the handkerchief and then spoke up.
    “Your Honor,” I said. “I am deeply sorry for my client’s—”
    “Not now, Mr. Haller. Take your seat and you do the same, Ms. Medina. Everybody calm down and sit down.”
    I did as instructed, holding the folded handkerchief to my mouth and watching as the judge turned his seat fully toward the jury box. First he told Claire Welton that she was excused from the witness stand. She got up tentatively and walked toward the gate behind the counsel tables. She looked more shaken than anyone else in the courtroom. No doubt for good reason. She probably figured that Watts could have just as easily gone after her as me. And if he had been quick enough he would’ve gotten to her.
    Welton sat down in the first row of the gallery, which was reserved for witnesses and staff, and the judge proceeded with the jury.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry that you had to see that display. The courtroom is never a place for violence. It is the place where civilized society takes its stand against the violence that is out on our streets. It truly pains me when something like this occurs.”
    There was a metal snapping sound as the door to the holding cell opened and the two courtroom deputies returned. I wondered how badly they had roughed up Watts while securing him in the cell.
    The judge paused and then returned his attention to the jury.
    “Unfortunately, Mr. Watts’s decision to attack his attorney has prejudiced our ability to go forward. I believe—”
    “Your Honor?” Medina interrupted. “If the state could be heard.”
    Medina knew exactly where the judge was headed and needed to do something.
    “Not now, Ms. Medina, and do not interrupt the court.”
    But Medina was persistent.
    “Your Honor, could counsel approach at sidebar?”
    The judge looked annoyed with her but relented. I let her lead the way and we walked up to the bench. The judge hit the switch on a noise-canceling fan so the jury would not overhear our whispers. Before Medina could state her case, the judge asked me once more if I wanted medical attention.
    “I’m fine, Judge, but I appreciate the offer. I think the only thing the worse for wear is my shirt, actually.”
    The judge nodded and turned to Medina.
    “I know your objection, Ms. Medina, but there is nothing I can do. The jury is prejudiced by what they just saw. I have no choice.”
    “Your Honor, this case is about a very violent defendant who committed very violent acts. The jury knows this. They won’t be unduly prejudiced by what they saw. The jury is entitled to view and judge for themselves the