He exhaled slowly, turning just enough to include the room in his performance. “Of course you did,” he said, the faintest trace of mockery slipping through. “Because apparently, in addition to working at a bait shop on the Oregon coast, you also possess the observational capabilities of a top-tier military sniper.”
A few people laughed. Not loudly, not openly, but enough.
Mara didn’t react.
That, more than anything, seemed to bother him.
He moved toward the side table, pouring himself a glass of water from a clear pitcher. The ice clinked softly, an ordinary sound that felt oddly amplified in the tense air of the courtroom.
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