It has to be built.

My father built it in me before he died, without either of us knowing what it was for, and when the time came, it held.

The cameras caught Derek.

But it was the patience that convicted him, and the patience was the deeper inheritance, worth more than the house, and it came with no deed.

Chapter 19 — Keep Copies

When I finally went back into my father’s backyard woodworking shop, months after the trial, I found the thing that gave this whole story its name.

It was a small black USB drive, sitting in the top drawer of his workbench where he had left it, labeled in his precise, careful block handwriting: KEEP COPIES.