JASON’S POV
The courtroom’s atmosphere felt suffocating, the weight of the case pressing down on everyone present. I watched in frustration as the fishmonger walked in, clutching his phone like a lifeline. His hesitant steps and nervous glances betrayed his fear, but he was here.
Somehow, Chris and his people had found him.
I gritted my teeth, trying to stay composed.
"Who the hell found this guy?" I muttered under my breath, my eyes narrowing at the frail old man as he took the stand.
Parker, our top-tier lawyer, leaned towards me. "We weren’t expecting this," he admitted, his voice low but tense. "I’ll try to discredit him, but if what he has is solid…"
I didn’t need him to finish that sentence. My chest tightened as I glanced towards Chris and Judy. She looked hopeful for the fi
