“Your Honor, this is a highly irregular disruption,” Dane said, his voice smooth but slightly strained.

“Whatever my client’s spouse is attempting to introduce has not been vetted, nor was it disclosed in discovery.”

Judge Beckett leaned over her high wooden bench, her eyes dark and unimpressed.

“Mr. Dane, this court has just learned that your client may have committed perjury regarding his corporate holdings,” she said.

“I am inclined to allow some latitude in the interest of finding the truth.”

“Please sit down.”

Dane did not sit, but he stepped back toward his table, his fingers tapping against his mahogany briefcase.

Arthur unzipped the portfolio and pulled out a stack of yellowing documents alongside fresh, certified bank sheets.

“Your Honor,” Arthur said, his voice calm and steady.

“These are the certified original financial records from Maryland Commerce Bank, dating back to the inception of Rourke Regional Mobility.”

Gavin took a step forward, his hand gripping the edge of the defense table so hard his knuckles turned white.

“This is ridiculous,” Gavin said, his voice rising a fraction too high.