Cracks in the Testimony

For the first time since the trial had begun, I felt the momentum shift.

It was subtle—barely noticeable—but it was there.

Elias had been confident. Too confident. His answers were clean, precise, and calculated.

But I had caught something.

That one moment.

When I had asked where exactly Mr. Fox had been, he had paused before answering.

It was small—maybe less than a second—but it told me everything I needed to know.

He was thinking about it.

Not reciting from a script. Not recalling a memorized lie.

He had been there.

Which meant that at some point during the chaos—he was in the same location that Mr. Fox had been previously.

But I didn't need to prove that.

I just needed to prove that Elias was lying. That while Mr. Fox was there, Elias wasn't there at that moment.

I locked eyes with him, keeping my voice measured.