at me.
I watched realization reach him.
It was almost fascinating.
First confusion.
Then recognition.
Then fear.
Judge Morrison glanced at the document.
“Who is Daniel Carter?”
“My brother.”
Martin seized on the answer.
“Then there is obviously a family connection.”
“My brother died twelve years ago.”
Nobody moved.
Vivian lowered her eyes.
Judge Morrison slowly placed the document down.
I continued before anyone could interrupt.
“Daniel Carter died while serving overseas. Yet three years ago, someone used his name, date of birth, and partial service records to create an
