I looked at Grant. He was practically vibrating with anticipation, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. I looked at my father, who offered me a sad, patronizing nod. Give up, little girl. We won.
“No,” I said, my voice cutting through the quiet room like a scalpel. “My testimony stands. But I do have a correction to make regarding the scope of the Moore family’s operations.”
Vance was on his feet instantly, smelling blood in the water. “Objection! This is redirect, Your Honor. The witness cannot introduce new scopes of testimony. She is cornered and lashing out.”
“Your Honor,” Jenkins intervened, looking completely confused herself. “The defense opened the door to the witness’s state of mind and her motivations. She has the right to clarify why she is here.”
“I’ll allow it,” the judge rumbled, leaning forward. “But tread carefully, Ms. Moore.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the silver flash drive. I held it up, the metal catching the harsh fluorescent light of the courtroom.
