I looked calmly at Sharon Lambert, the clerk from the vehicle registration office.
"Sharon, can you swear that every word you just said is the truth?"
Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of guilt, but she steadied herself almost instantly and let out a cold scoff.
"Right and wrong speak for themselves. Since I have knowledge of this matter, I can't just stay silent and watch an innocent man suffer."
Michael also turned to me, his eyes bloodshot.
"What else could you possibly have to say? Someone SAW your grandfather out on the street after he got those plates."
"The surveillance camera even caught the moment he hit my father. No matter how hard you try to cover for him, it won't change a thing!"
I let out a cold laugh, pulled up a purchase receipt on my phone, and looked calmly at Mr. Finch.
"I believe it's my turn to submit evidence?"
He snatched the phone impatiently, muttering under his breath.
"Their side has ironclad evidence. What could you possibly..."
He never finished the sentence. The next second his eyes went wide, and he shot to his feet.
"We have material evidence!" he shouted. "Evidence proving the defendant is innocent!"
