Vance stood.
"Your Honor, I object."
"Noted."
"But—"
"Counselor."
Vance stopped.
"You can object after we find my missing evidence."
The judge left the courtroom.
Marcus followed.
Evelyn remained behind.
She approached Whitmore in the corridor.
"Your Honor."
He turned.
"I found something."
She handed him a small envelope.
"I discovered this inside the clerk's desk."
Whitmore opened it.
Inside was a photograph.
It showed a young man standing outside the courthouse.
Whitmore recognized him.
His son.
Thomas.
But Thomas had been dead for seven years.
Whitmore's hands tightened around the photograph.
On the back was a message.
YOU NEVER ASKED WHO KILLED HIM.
The judge's face went still.
Evelyn whispered, "I'm sorry."
Whitmore stared at the photograph.
For seven years, he had believed his son's death was a tragic accident.
Thomas had been driving home from work when his car had left the road during a storm.