"Interesting. So, the irregular activity began exactly when you arrived?"
"Well, I... I noticed it shortly after."
Maya pulled out a document. "I have here the security log from October 15th. It shows you clocked in at 11:47 p.m. Not 11:00. Were you lying about your start time, or just careless with the facts?"
Hutchinson shifted uncomfortably. "I was approximately—"
"In a criminal case, 'approximately' sends innocent people to prison. Mr. Hutchinson, let's be precise. You were 47 minutes late. What were you doing?"
"I had car trouble."
"Did you report this to your supervisor?"
"No, I handled it quietly."
Maya's eyes sharpened. "Like you handle other things quietly? Tell me, who has administrator access to the key card system?"
"Several people. Senior management, IT department heads, and security supervisors."
"Security supervisors like you."
Crawford objected. "Relevance!"
"Goes to alternative theories of access, Your Honor," Maya responded smoothly.
"I'll allow it."
Maya continued. "So, you could have altered the key card logs?"