He runs a $100-a-week tab at the Anchor Bar, keeps in touch with a friend who dealt weed in the Sixties, and sips bourbon from a Styrofoam cup on his drive home to the 'burbs. Now, Judge Nelson Connor of the Third Circuit Court is about to pay for his sins--big time. A fast-talking criminal has found one of His Honor's personal checks in the wrong place. Baiting his trap with a dead body, the con-man is going to shake down the judge. But Nelson Connor, a man on the brink of losing it all, will pull a surprise of his own. He's going to fight back.