Gregory Palmer chuckled from the front row.

Madeline put one manicured hand over her mouth.

Wyatt fiddled with his gold cufflink and stared up at the ceiling.

Sterling turned toward the gallery with a little smile.

“That’s a bold claim from a woman who hasn’t produced one original document.”

“I have four folders, Your Honor.” I took them out of the briefcase one at a time and set them on the podium.

“Each one answers a different piece of Exhibit Four.”