Lydia makes her move the morning of the second session.
Not through legal counsel, not through a procedural challenge. Through Garrick, which is either a miscalculation or a strategy I haven't mapped yet. He requests an emergency pre-session presentation to the full council — twenty minutes, before Damon's formal evidence submission.
Damon is informed at seven. The session is at nine. He tells me at seven-fifteen.
"What does she have?" I ask.
"I don't know," he says.
"Mara said she'd go personal," I say.
His expression is careful.
"She might have recordings," he says.
I look at him.
"The guest room," he says. "The first night I came to talk to you. The forehead." He pauses. "I didn't sweep the room."
"Someone did," I say.
"Yes," he says.
I sit with that for a moment.
"What els
