"For years, Judge Eleanor Ross’s secret was passed down from law clerk to law clerk. They whispered about..." (opens in new tab)

"... the sultry jazz music that emanated from her chambers when a uniformed police commander, a man they called her 'visitor,' disappeared into her private office. The clerks could sometimes hear the unmistakable sounds of sex from behind the door.... While the clerks said they might have been willing to overlook isolated personal foibles, they were more broadly disturbed by the lack of attention Judge Ross paid to the civil disputes that came before her.... It was not unusual to go weeks wit...