“The boy lost his balance on the pedals and hit the brick wall.”

“Call your first witness,” Vance told Michael.

At nine forty-five Michael climbed the three wooden steps to the witness box.

The bailiff swore him in.

Michael sat down and opened his red ledger.

“State how you are related to the minor child,” Vance said.

“I’m his father,” Michael said.

“I’m submitting my verified cell phone call log from yesterday afternoon at Apex Logistics.”