Arthur Carter came to court in a cheap blazer that pulled across his shoulders. Without campaign staff to powder his face or choose his tie, he looked tired and swollen.
He cried when the prosecution played the recording from my earring. The jury heard him order Damon to ruin me, then heard the conversations from the Solstice Gathering in the same familiar voice.
The copy from Damon's USB drive showed offshore accounts, illegal wire transfers, and coded ledgers. Prosecutors matched dates and account numbers to public contracts while the original drive sat sealed in an evidence bag.
The entries covered bribes, Reese's dock, and the disposal of Senator Miller. Arthur stared at the exhibits without lifting his head.
I was the prosecution's final witness. On the stand, I described the bus,
