登入The rain had stopped before dawn. By the time the Morrison hearing resumed, the steps of the courthouse were once again crowded with journalists, photographers and curious onlookers. Word had spread throughout the legal community. The trial was approaching its conclusion. Inside Courtroom Three, the atmosphere reflected that expectation. Every seat in the public gallery was occupied. Even several senior attorneys from other firms had come to observe the proceedings. Justice Harrison entered precisely at ten o'clock. The courtroom rose. "Please be seated." Roman Ellis stood. "My Lord..." "...the claimant calls Mr. David Marcel." A distinguished man in his late fifties approached the witness box. After taking the oath, he adjusted his glasses and waited calmly. Roman walked towards him. "Mr. Marcel, would you please tell the Court your profession?" "I'm a forensic accountant." "And how many years have you practised in that field?" "Twenty-seven." Roman nodded. "Wer
Rain fell steadily over Manhattan as the Morrison hearing entered another day. The weather had done little to discourage the crowds. By the time the courthouse doors opened, reporters had already filled the front steps, each hoping for another dramatic development. Instead... The morning began with quiet efficiency. Inside Courtroom Three, the judge reviewed the day's schedule before looking towards counsel. "Mr. Ellis." Roman rose. "My Lord, the claimant calls Ms. Rebecca Lawson." A woman in her early forties stepped into the witness box. She took the oath confidently before taking her seat. Marcus Hale glanced briefly at the witness list before returning his attention to the bench. Roman approached. "Ms. Lawson, would you tell the Court your occupation?" "I'm a senior compliance manager with Dominion Corporate Services." "And how long have you held that position?" "Nine years." "Were you asked to review a number of corporate entities connected with Richard Morrison
By eight-thirty the following morning, the courthouse was already crowded. Reporters lined the front steps. Camera crews rehearsed their opening broadcasts. Legal correspondents debated the previous day's testimony, each convinced they knew how the Morrison hearing would end. None of them did. Inside Courtroom Three, the atmosphere was calm. Almost deceptively so. Roman Ellis reviewed the morning's witness bundle while Vivian arranged the exhibits in chronological order. She noticed Roman reading the same page for the third time. "You haven't turned a page in five minutes." Roman smiled faintly. "I've been thinking." "About today's witness?" "No." Vivian lowered her voice. "Vincent Harrow." Roman finally looked up. Nathan had briefed them late the previous evening. A man who had vanished fifteen years earlier had suddenly reappeared. Another ghost from Cross's unfinished investigation. "We can't afford to let it distract us." Roman said quietly. "The courtroom i
Nathan Cross had never believed in unfinished business. Twenty-three years in law enforcement had taught him that some cases ended in convictions. Others ended in graves. The worst ones... Simply disappeared. He has been staring at his phone ever since he got back from the courthouse The surveillance report. Cross opened it again. His eyes scanned the message then again. SURVEILLANCE UPDATE Victor Kane observed meeting unidentified male. Facial recognition suggests a probable match to archived subject. Confidence: 87%. For the first time in years... Nathan Cross felt his pulse quicken. The office door opened. Laura Bennett stepped inside carrying two takeaway coffees. "You've been in here since dawn." Cross didn't answer. He handed her the phone. Laura read the report before looking back at him. "The system isn't certain." "It doesn't have to be." Cross replied quietly. He walked towards the evidence wall that occupied one side of his office. Most of the photo
The Morrison hearing adjourned earlier than expected. Outside the courthouse, reporters crowded the front steps, eager to question lawyers from both sides. Roman Ellis ignored them. So did Marcus Hale. Neither man had any interest in arguing the case through the media. Inside a quiet conference room on the third floor, Roman closed the courtroom file and leaned back in his chair. Vivian was the first to speak. "Damien was remarkable today." Roman nodded. "He was." "He never once exaggerated." "That's why he was believable." Margaret Ashford closed her notebook. "Marcus handled the cross-examination well too." Roman smiled. "I expected nothing less." Vivian looked between them. "You both keep complimenting the other side." Roman chuckled. "Good lawyers respect good lawyers." "They don't underestimate them." Margaret added quietly, "And Marcus isn't our enemy." "Our interests are different." "But the truth serves us both." Vivian thought about that. Weeks earli
Marcus Hale stood quietly before the witness box. For several long moments, he simply looked at Damien. Not as opposing counsel. Not as a suspended partner. But as a colleague. A man he had argued cases with. Celebrated victories with. Shared setbacks with. The silence itself carried weight. Finally, Marcus spoke. "Mr. Blackwood." Damien met his gaze. "Mr. Hale." Marcus offered the faintest smile. "I suppose this is the first time we've opposed each other in court." "It is." "I never imagined it would happen." "Neither did I." The exchange drew the attention of everyone in the courtroom. Even the judge paused his notes. Marcus's expression became serious. "Let's begin." He walked slowly across the well of the court before turning back. "You testified that you began noticing irregularities in the Morrison matter." "Yes." "You also testified that those concerns developed over time." "Correct." Marcus nodded. "Before raising those concerns..." "...did you eve







