Richardson straightened his tie with shaking hands, his political composure crumbling. "You have no idea what you're dealing with."
"Actually, I think I do." Marcus pocketed his phone and headed for the door. "See you back in court."
Alone in the conference room, Richardson pulled out his phone and dialed a number with urgent desperation. "We have a problem. The Williams kid isn't just some amateur playing lawyer."
He's been investigating us. He knows about the insurance claims, the report discrepancies, maybe even the bank records. The voice on the other end was sharp with alarm. How much does he know? I don't know, but he's been recording our conversations.
This whole thing is about to blow up in our faces. Then you better make sure it doesn't. Marcus returned to the courtroom with five minutes to spare, his confidence radiating like heat from a furnace. He had entered this building as a scared teenager facing prison time.
Now he was something else entirely, a young man who had discovered his own power and wasn't afraid to use it. His mother squeezed his shoulder as he sat down. How did it go? Marcus smiled as Judge Morrison returned to his bench.
Let's just say the prosecution is about to get very uncomfortable. The judge raised his gavel, unaware that the next hour would change everything. Judge Morrison's gavel signaled the resumption of court, but the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. The prosecution table buzzed with nervous energy while Marcus sat with the calm confidence of someone holding a royal flush.
Your Honor, the defense recalls officer Michael Williams to the stand. The officer approached the witness box with visible reluctance, his earlier swagger replaced by the careful movements of a man walking through a minefield. Marcus had been polite during the first round of questioning. Now the gloves were coming off. Officer Williams, you testified that you arrived at the crime scene within minutes of the 911 call.
Is that accurate? That's correct. Marcus walked to his evidence table and retrieved a thick folder. I'd like to enter into evidence the official dispatch logs from the Baltimore Police Department for August 24.
Richardson shot up. Objection. Foundation hasn't been established for these documents. Your Honor, these are public records obtained through Freedom of Information Act requests.