Thomas Miller sat across from him with his hands folded, in a pressed gray suit with a small, neat knot in his tie.

He’d brought in a folder of his own and set it down without opening it.

Arthur turned a page.

“My client is a respected local businessman who was simply comforting a frightened child.”

“She was on the phone with my dispatcher for nine minutes and forty seconds,” Mark said.

“Children imagine things.

She’s eight.”

“She described a man standing over her bed at night.”