Courtroom 3B was cool and quiet and smelled of floor wax and old paper binders.

Judge Vance sat behind the raised mahogany bench, turning through the pages of our fourteen-page evidence binder.

Detective Sarah Mitchell took the witness stand to the left of the bench, a black laptop case under her arm.

The court clerk dimmed the fluorescent lights at the wall switches.

Two forty-inch TV monitors mounted on the side wall clicked on, flashed a blue connection screen, and then settled on a black video window.

“State your name and title for the record,” Judge Vance said without glancing up from her file.