The courthouse doors swung open and the late afternoon light poured across the marble steps. For a moment there was quiet, just the murmur of people leaving other courtrooms.
Then someone spotted them.
"There he is!"
Within seconds the quiet exploded. Cameras snapped. Microphones shot forward. Reporters surged up the courthouse steps like a breaking wave.
"Damian Hill!"
"Mr. Hill! Over here!"
"Counselor! One comment!"
Damian stepped out first, his dark suit still perfectly pressed despite the hours inside the courtroom. Behind him walked Twenty Shots, bubbling with excitement.
In the past month, the press had chased Twenty and ignored Damian, but today they barely looked at him. Every camera was pointed at Damian and a reporter pushed forward through the crowd, microphone raised.
