He shook his head. “They had sticky stuff on their palms.”
“Adhesive glue?”
“Yes, like from tape. And there was also, like, some silicone.”
“Is there an explanation for the glue or silicone in the report?”
“No.”
“Can you explain why it was there?”
My son sat up straighter. “I think I can explain why, but not exactly how. That’s like physics, and I haven’t studied that yet. Maybe next year.”
The jury members started laughing. Anita smiled, letting the moment last, then said, “Why was the glue and silicone there?”
“Well, if you think about it, because of this,” he said, running the videos back and stopping them. “See the three spotlights in the middle feed? And to the right at the bottom of the right spotlight there’s a pinpoint blue light? That’s where I almost had it figured out. But like I said, the rest is physics that I don’t get.”
Anita smiled. “Thank you, Ali. Your Honor, if it please the Court, I’d like to call a second witness who can explain more clearly than Ali can what the pinpoint blue light, the glue, the silicone, and the dimming and brightening mean. Mr. Wills can cross-examine them both afterwards.”
“Any objection, Mr. Wills?”
Wills and Carlisle conferred. Wills looked irritated when he turned from his assistant and said, “Be my guest, Counselor. Take us on a wild-goose chase.”
“The defense calls Keith Karl Rawlins,” Anita said.
Krazy Kat came in wearing a fine blue Italian suit, black loafers buffed to a high shine, and a coral-pink shirt open at the collar. His Mohawk was down, dyed black, slicked over to the left side of his head, and tucked behind his ear.
As he walked past Ali, who was leaving the stand, Rawlins nodded and winked at him. Wills and Carlisle acted like someone had brought a jester into court, but they didn’t know what to do about it yet.
After he was sworn in, Anita said, “Dr. Rawlins, can you describe your academic training and current position?”
Rawlins said, “I have dual PhDs from Stanford, one in physics, the other in electrical engineering. I’m working on my doctorate in computer science at MIT, and I am currently employed as an independent contractor by the Cyber Division of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
Wills and Carlisle jumped to their feet.
“Objection,” Wills said. “No one at the Bureau informed the prosecution this witness was testifying.”
Carlisle said, “Your Honor, agents are required to notify the U.S. Attorney’s Office that—”
“I am not a special agent, and I’m not even an employee,” Rawlins said. “As such, I am not obligated to notify the FBI or the U.S. Attorney’s Office. I came at the request of a very bright young man who sought me out at my home during my free time and presented his rather brilliant theory of the videos. I do not speak for the government, only for myself, as a citizen compelled to tell the truth.”
“Your Honor, we still object to—”
“Asked and answered, Mr. Wills,” Judge Larch said.
Both prosecutors looked like they’d swallowed worms, but they sat.
Anita said, “What kind of work do you do for the FBI, Dr. Rawlins?”
“It’s classified, so I can’t give you specifics. But you could say I help the Bureau on the techno side of things.”
“Physics involved?”
“Sometimes.”
“Is physics involved here—with the video, I mean?”
“Yes,” he said. “Basic physics. Wave theory.”