His father replies instantly. Devon starts typing then stops. His father has enough pressure already. “Just extra security checks. Nothing serious.”
Judge Harmon walks ahead, his robes flowing behind him. Devon catches fragments of his conversation with Briggs: “These people always have excuses. Teach him about authority. Knows his place after today.”
Devon straightens his shoulders. This isn’t about his project anymore. In Judge Harmon’s empty courtroom, Devon stands before the bench. His project sits in pieces on a table.
“Explain again what this device does.” Judge Harmon doesn’t look up from his phone. “It’s an air quality monitor that measures particulate matter in low-income neighborhoods, your honor.” Devon keeps his voice steady.
“I’ve been collecting data showing correlation between poor air quality and respiratory illness rates.” Judge Harmon tosses Devon’s papers aside without reading them. “And why bring this to my courthouse?”
“The environmental committee meets here monthly. I was invited to present my findings.” Dr. Williams confirms there’s a meeting. Judge Harmon scrolls through his messages. “Says nothing about student presentations.”
Devon’s stomach tightens. “The confirmation was sent last week to all committee members.” “Are you telling me how to do my job?” The judge’s voice hardens.
“No, sir. Just providing information.” Judge Harmon stands and circles the bench, looming over Devon. “Listen carefully. I’ve been on this bench for 20 years. I’ve seen every excuse, every story, every scheme.”
His hand slams the table. Pieces of Devon’s project scatter. A sensor crashes to the floor. “This equipment could interfere with courthouse systems.”
Devon watches months of work break apart. “Sir, that’s months of research.” “Research?” Judge Harmon laughs. “Is that what they call it now? Where did you get these parts? Who really built this?”
“I designed and built it myself. The parts were purchased with grant money from the State Science Foundation.” Judge Harmon’s jaw tightens. “A likely story. Let me be clear. This courthouse isn’t your science fair.”
He picks up a circuit board, examining it with exaggerated suspicion. “We’ll hold this device for security inspection. You can wait in the hallway until the committee meeting. And my presentation?”
