Jamal said nothing.
“Who filed the registration?” Evelyn asked.
“I don’t know.”
“But electronic filings log IP addresses, correct?”
He stared at the paper.
“Yes.”
Evelyn pointed. “Read the IP address into the record.”
Jamal’s lips tightened.
Judge Whitman’s voice dropped. “Read it.”
Jamal did.
Evelyn lifted another page. “We subpoenaed the internet provider. That IP address belongs to Northern Lake Capital’s downtown Chicago office.”
The room seemed to breathe in all at once.
“Specifically,” Evelyn said, “the subnet assigned to Mr. Price’s department.”
Brittany stood. “Jamal?”
“Sit down,” Judge Whitman snapped.
She sat.
Evelyn did not stop.
“Mr. Price, did you enter Cassidy’s home office during a family dinner six months ago?”
“No.”
“Did you photograph mail from her desk?”
“No.”
“Did you use her dormant account information to create a shell company in her name?”
“No.”
“Did you use that shell company to generate fake debt so her parents could petition this court to declare her incompetent and take her condo?”
