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“The Defense calls on Agent Jack Hunter.”
Rising from his seat in the gallery, Jack nodded once. Let’s get this over with. He shuffled past several people and then strode through the aisle between the benches. He could hear the sound of voices murmuring. Not all of it was pleasant.
Cassi looked up as he passed her table and offered the barest hint of a smile. Her face was paler than usual, and there were dark circles under her eyes. The poor woman probably hadn’t slept well in weeks.
Three arbiters sat behind three desks on the dais, one turned slightly toward the prosecution, another turned slightly toward the defense. And the third one facing him dead on.
Conol Drin rose from behind that middle desk, frowning at Jack. He gestured to the Seal of Justice on the floor.
Jack took hi
