Caden laughed once — too high, too unhinged — when his offshore accounts were shown on screen including his deed.
He watched the footage like it was a mildly interesting commercial.
Empty.
Emotionless.
Rotten.
I wanted to kill him right there.
Judge Marlowe exhaled like he aged ten years in a minute.
"The court recognizes the gravity of these acts," he said. "We will proceed with witness testimonies."
Rivers nodded.
"Prosecution calls Dr. Reina Kassel."
****
Kassel walked with steady precision.
Her presence alone brought a hush — clinical, unshakable, lethal in truth.
She raised her hand, was sworn in, and sat.
"Dr. Kassel," Rivers began, "state your qualifications."
"Neurologist. Trauma specialist. Head of St. Lambert's VIP unit. Fifteen years of clinical experience."
"And your involvement with the victims?"
