The courthouse security room reeked of cold sweat and the aftertaste of a small fire, smoke and burned leaves lingering in the air. Blue light from the monitors washed over Nathan’s face, throwing the storm of fury and helplessness inside him into sharp relief. Jack stood beside him like a statue barely holding back something violent.

“Run the west corridor camera again,” Nathan said. His voice was knife-sharp.

The nervous security technician obeyed at once. The grainy footage rolled ...