A person is owed one honest chance to stop, and I had given Sheldon his, and he had used it to escalate.

After that, I owed him nothing but the truth, presented properly, on the record, where it could not be spun or buried or dismissed as the confusion of a fading old woman.

I did not lay a trap for an innocent man.

I declined to disarm one for a guilty one.

There is a difference, and thirty years in this work had taught me to feel exactly where the line runs.

Chapter 15 — The Cameras You Could See