#Chapter 214: A Little Faith

Audrey The sun had barely risen over the horizon by the time I burst into the judge’s office, half-crazed on a night of fitful sleep and too much caffeine. The aging judge sat unsuspecting behind his desk, a cup of coffee in front of him as he typed on his computer. My sudden entrance nearly had him spilling that coffee all over his keyboard. “I—What—Miss Klein!” he exclaimed, leaping up from his seat. “What are you—” “You need to see this.” I slammed the flash drive containing the security footage down on Fuller’s desk without preamble and pointed to it with a trembling finger. “Mr. Black altered those images he showed you. I think this is pretty good proof.” The judge stared down at the little black flash drive on his desk, processing for several long moments. Then, without so much as a warning, he ripped his phone off the receiver and dialed security. My stomach dropped, a cold feeling spreading through my chest. “No, please, you don’t under