The deposition took four hours.
Adisa ran it with the same energy she brought to everything — precise, thorough, entirely uninterested in the theatrical version of anything. She asked questions in a specific sequence that I understood, by the third hour, was designed not just to extract my testimony but to stress-test it. Every angle. Every potential challenge. Every place Crone's defense — even in cooperation mode, his lawyers would push — might try to create ambiguity.
There was no ambiguity.
I had been building the case for eight months before I knew I was building it and I had been doing it in the specific, documented, meticulous way that I did everything. By the time Adisa asked the last question and closed the file, she looked at me across the table with the expression of someone
