I was working in the library at one of the tables. A woman was set up at the table in front of me, her back to me. Then she made the call. The conversation started off softly enough, but it grew increasingly louder. She was calling a man named Chris, who may have been her lawyer, and, from the one-sided conversation I heard, I pieced together the following information (hey, I was writing; it's my job to snoop; however, I am not writing the names of the principals):
- she is a massage therapist;
- the case involves botched surgery on her hand in the late 1990s by a practice in the southern part of the state;
- she had surgery again in 2004, and there were post-surgical problems;
- fraud is involved in her case;
- she has no physical evidence of an injury;
- everyone at the courthouse knows about her case because it's so high-profile;
- she has reported the case to the FBI;
- a person who was going to testify on her behalf at a trial was paid off and did not testify;
- the judge is in "her own psychotic world";
- the judge has ruled that the caller presented no admissible evidence;
- the female judge has a female lover [her partner of 30 years], whose name she spelled out to Chris;
- her lawyer is not willing to go into the bank account of the surgical practice and take money from them;
- every judgment by a Santa Fe judge has been against her; the judge's law firm has had a bias against her from the beginning;
- she spends her time at the law library in Santa Fe, where an intern paralegal told her to watch her back.
I'm going back this afternoon to find out more.