"Your Honor," Krasner said loudly. "There are no outstanding charges against my client. All the district attorney is trying to do is prejudice this man before the court. It is highly improper and unethical. If Mr. Brisbane did these things, then where are the charges?"

Silence filled the cavernous courtroom. Krasner's outburst had even served to make the other attorneys whispering to their clients hold their tongues. The gaze of the judge slowly moved from Feinstock to Krasner to Gladden before he finally looked back at the prosecutor and continued.

"Ms. Feinstock, are there currently any other charges against this man being considered by your office at this time? And I mean right at this time."

Feinstock hesitated and then grudgingly said, "No other information has been presented for filing but the police, as I said, are continuing their investigation into the defendant's true identity and activities."

The judge looked down at the papers in front of him again and began to write. Krasner opened his mouth to add something but then reconsidered. It was clear by the judge's demeanor that he had already made the decision. "The bail schedule calls for bail to be set at ten thousand dollars," Judge Nyberg said. "I am going to make a slight departure and set bail at fifty thousand dollars. Mr. Krasner, I will be glad to reconsider this at a later date if at that time your client has assuaged the district attorney's concerns about identity and address, etcetera."

"Yes, Your Honor. Thank you."

The judge called the next case. Feinstock closed the file she had in front of her, put it on the stack to her right, and took another off the stack to her left and opened it. Krasner turned to Gladden with a slight smile on his face.

"Sorry, I thought he might go twenty-five. The beauty of it is she's probably happy. She asked for a quarter probably hoping for a dime or a nickel. She got the nickel."

"Never mind that. Just how long until I'm out of here?"

"Sit tight. I'll have you out in an hour."

ichigan was frozen, the ice erous and beautiful after a rs of the Sears Tower were gone, swallowed whole by the grayish white shroud that hung over the city. I saw all of this while coming in on the Stevenson Expressway. It was late morning and I guessed it would be snowing again before day's end. I had thought it was cold in Denver until I landed at Midway.