Miranda moved with deliberate precision toward Jacob, her footsteps echoing in the suddenly quiet chamber.
The afternoon sun had shifted, casting longer shadows across the mahogany panels as Jacob shifted uncomfortably under her approaching scrutiny.
"Mr. Jacob Reeves, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jacob replied, his earlier confidence already beginning to waver.
"Excellent. Now, Mr. Reeves, let's examine your testimony with the precision it deserves."
Miranda's tone remained professional, but there was something surgical about her approach.
"You testified that you observed Mr. Hale and Mr. Carter in secretive conversation. Tell me, during this alleged planning session, did you hear either of them specifically mention the victims we have here today?"
Jacob blinked, clearly not expecting such a direct question.
"I... no, I didn't hear any names."
"No names," Miranda repeated, making a note. "What about specific plans? Did you hear them discuss assault, violence, or weapons?"
