The courtroom rose.
Everyone sat again.
But something had changed.
The judge’s face was no longer neutral. His expression had hardened into something colder, heavier.
He looked down at the file before him, then at Jonathan Reed.
“Mr. Reed,” he said, “are you aware of what is on this drive?”
Jonathan adjusted his cufflink.
“I am not, Your Honor.”
“Your office computer appears in several of the files.”
Jonathan’s attorney stood quickly.
“Your Honor, we need time to verify authenticity. We have no chain of custody. We have no confirmation this material hasn’t been altered or fabricated.”
The judge did not look at him.
“I said sit down once already today, Mr. Keller. I would prefer not to say it again.”
Keller slowly lowered himself.
The judge turned to Ethan.
“Ethan, I need you to tell me exactly what you know. You are not in trouble. Do you understand?”
Ethan nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“When did you find the drive?”
“Three weeks ago.”
Jonathan’s face twitched.
“Where?”
