suit.
A man with lines in his face and gray at the temples.
A man who did not know that two of the three people in this room had already taken him apart.
The opening arguments were procedural.
Ashworth laid out his case, the transfers, the timestamps, the signatures, the account that bore Walter’s name.
It was a tight presentation, 15 minutes, efficient, damning.
Walter listens and thought, he believes it.
He genuinely believes it because the person who built it built it well enough to fool the prosecutor, too.
