Credence Summary Novels & Stories

"A CEO in a personal relationship with a senior strategist on his own integration team. There are provisions in the agreement that speak directly to that." A pause. "Stellan. That argument has significant weaknesses" "I'm not asking for a winning argument," Stellan said quietly. "I'm asking for a credible one. Credibility is sufficient for my purposes." Hale was quiet for a long moment. "I'll have something by the end of day," he said finally. Stellan ended the call. He was not finished. He was simply starting from a different position. In Chicago Nia didn't know any of this yet.

David said, “But let’s be honest. Your investigation has holes big enough to drive a truck through, doesn’t it? Three years, and all you have is a stack of assumptions and a gut feeling.” “We have credible evidence,” Dana shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Credible,” David said, cutting her off yet again, “Agent Caldwell, you keep using that word as though it means definitive. It doesn’t. Credible means maybe. Credible means you hope it’s true but can’t prove it. Isn’t that right?” “With proper training, we know how to analyze patterns—”

"Voice print analysis against publicly available recordings of Victor Crane at corporate events and press conferences. The match rate on preliminary analysis exceeds ninety-seven percent." More questions. About the witnesses. About their credibility. About the potential for defense attorneys to discredit women who had been isolated, traumatized, or living under false identities. I answered each one. Not with emotion. With evidence. With the specific, verifiable, cross-referenced data points that I'd spent months assembling into something that could withstand exactly this kind of interrogation.