“Everything after that came from the physical facts on the ground.”

The lawyer glanced at Trevor, waited three seconds, and sat back down without another question.

My father stepped down from the witness box, walked back to his seat next to me, and smoothed his trousers before he sat.

He reached into his coat pocket, took out his silver pocket watch, checked the dial, and slipped it back into his pocket without a sound.

Judge Vance gathered the plastic evidence sleeves, the blue wire transfer sheet, and the sworn affidavits into a tidy stack in front of her.