The courtroom was packed.
Adam sat in the front row behind the prosecution table, Sandra beside him. Jenna was in the witness waiting room, going over her testimony with a victim advocate. The gallery was full of reporters, survivors, curious onlookers. Silas Webb sat at the defense table, his shoulder bandaged, his face calm. His lawyers whispered in his ear, their suits expensive, their confidence unsettling.
Judge Morrison entered. Everyone stood.
“The People versus Silas Webb. Counsel, approach.”
The prosecutor was a woman named Rachel Chen. No relation to the reporter. Sharp, young, hungry. She'd been assigned the case after the original prosecutor recused herself due to a conflict of interest.
“Your Honor, the People are ready to proceed.”
Webb's lawyer, a silver-haired man nam
