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Officer Brandt testified last.
The police union rep had prepared him; that much was obvious. He described the thefts, the briefing, the hammer, the darkness, the fact that he had been alone. He said he had activated his camera as soon as he was able. He said he had perceived a potential threat.
Then the former public defender on the Board, a stout man with a bow tie named Gilbert Okonjo, leaned toward his microphone.
"Officer Brandt, you've seen the buffer footage."
"Yes, sir."
"How many times?"
A pause. "I don't know. A lot."
"Did you see Captain Whitfield wave toward the shuttle?"
"Not that night, sir. I see it now."
"When you got out of your vehicle, before you crossed the lot, what did you believe was happening?"
The union rep touched Brandt's arm and started to say something. Brandt shook his head slightly, and the rep sat back.