“—including traffic footage, internal logs, and witness testimony,” the prosecutor continues.
The judge turns.
“Mr. Reynolds.”
Daniel steps forward.
Calm.
Controlled.
Always controlled.
“Your Honor,” he says, “this is an attempt to misrepresent incomplete data. The original case was thoroughly investigated—”
“Objection,” Sarah cuts in, already on her feet. “We have verified footage and corroborating records that were withheld.”
The room shifts.
Eyes turn.
The judge leans forward.
“Mr. Reynolds, were you present at the scene prior to the reported time of the crash?”
A pause.
Small.
But I see it.
“Yes,” he says. “I was on patrol in the area.”
“Then why does your official report indicate you arrived after dispatch?”
Silence.
Cracks forming.
Blaze taps a key behind me.
The screen at the front flickers.
Then—
The video.
Gasps ripple through the courtroom.
The headlights.
The impact.
The second car.
Clear.
Undeniable.