“What’s that in your hand, Sophie?” Judge Whitmore asked gently.

“It’s my purple phone,” Sophie said, holding it out toward the clerk’s desk.

“It plays back what Daddy said in his car.”

Grant shot up out of his chair so fast that the heavy seat skidded back two inches across the floor.

“Your Honor, this is highly improper,” Hale said, getting up right beside his client.

“A six-year-old can’t introduce unverified toys into formal legal proceedings.”

“Sit down, Mr.