Bell.

That will be all.”

I stepped down from the stand, my boots making a hollow sound on the wooden platform.

The jurors did not look at me as I walked toward the side exit, their attention already turning to the next file on the prosecutor’s podium.

The side door led directly to the main lobby of the courthouse, bypassing the ante-room where Arthur was still waiting with his attorney.

The air in the lobby was cold, smelling of wet wool and the damp concrete of the plaza outside.