Katie Robinson walked slowly toward the witness box, her sharp heels striking the floor with a rhythmic, unhurried cadence. She paused for a moment, looking down at her legal pad before raising a calm, skeptical gaze to Dr. Cho.
"Dr. Cho, your analysis of print depth and sequencing sounds very impressive on paper," Katie began, her tone dripping with practiced, patronizing warmth. "But let’s strip away the clinical jargon for a moment. You weren't inside the Vanderbilt home on the night in question, correct?"
"No, I was not," Dr. Cho replied evenly.
"So you didn't see who opened that bottle. You didn't see who held it, and you certainly didn't see how those pills were ingested." Katie turned, gesturing broadly toward the defense table. "Isn't it entirely possible, Doctor, that Mr. Vande
