"Objection," Pierce said sharply.
Her voice cut through the courtroom with enough force to pull several jurors from the strange haze Damian's calm voice had placed them under.
"The defense is attempting to argue facts not yet introduced into evidence."
Judge Vance adjusted her glasses slowly while staring toward Damian.
"Watch your wording, Mr. Hill."
Damian nodded politely.
"Of course, Your Honor."
His voice remained smooth and respectful yet somehow Pierce felt mocked by that calmness.
It irritated her.
Everything about this man irritated her but it also attracted her in a weird way. He stood there facing federal prosecution involving millions of dollars, political corruption and a suspicious death yet carried himself like a man attending a charity dinner.
Damian slowly turned back toward the jury.
"My apologies," he smiled faintly. "Perhaps the prosecution would prefer we allow evidence to speak for itself."
