“Well, Mr. Shermer, seeing you were anxious to talk to the court, I’ll deal with you first. Please come over in front of the bench. Do you have representation?”
Preston walked over to the bench. “Not yet, ma’am. My barrister is out of the country and will not return until next Thursday”
“I see that you pleaded not guilty to the charges of possession and sale.”
“Yes, your Honor, partly.”
“Partly?”
“Yes, ma’am. I can’t contest to having the drugs, but I did not sell them.”
“A fine line, Mr. Shermer.”
“Yes, your Honor. I need to discuss that with my barrister, if I can postpone this until next week.”
“I understand, Mr. Shermer. As you are a homeowner here in Magog, you will be released on a fifty-thousand-dollar bond.” She searched papers on her bench. “I will delay your hearing until a week from Monday. Will that give you enough time to speak with your barrister?”
“Yes, your Honor. Thank you.”
The judge banged her gavel on her block. “Next case.”