I wore the white coat.
The one with my name on it. The one Zevran had looked at on the morning of the criminal hearing with an expression I had no word for and had been carrying around since.
*Dr. Nara Voss.*
Navy thread. Precise. Mine.
"The white coat," Zevran said, from the kitchen doorway.
"Yes," I said.
"Good choice."
"I know," I said.
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Adisa's briefing had been twelve pages and I had read all of it twice.
Rennick Vael's defense strategy, as she had predicted, was built on three pillars:
Pillar one: the co-signatory claim. His lawyers were arguing that Vael had been present at a document signing as a general council witness, not as a deliberate co-architect. That his signature was procedural, not conspiratorial. That he had not known the full scope of what the document re
