Soft clicks that only our table could hear.

The second exhibit was the doorbell video, time-stamped the morning of the tenth.

Douglas turned the laptop so the judge could watch and the rest of us could listen.

Patricia’s voice came out of the speaker.

“Just leave the girl with crackers for two days, Derek, nobody’s going to check.”

No one in the room moved.

Derek’s lawyer wrote a line and crossed it out.

“Stop that,” Derek said, half rising from his chair.