“Still need authorization.”
Through the narrow wired window in the door, I saw it.
My case.
Open on a metal table.
The broken sensor beside it.
The hard drive still attached.
Months of work under fluorescent lights, waiting for somebody else to declare it trash.
“That’s mine,” I said.
The guard shifted to block the window.
“You need to step back.”
Laura’s voice got very calm.
“I am informing you that the citizen’s property is under dispute.”
“I have my orders.”
We turned because the elevator dinged.
Judge Harlan stepped out.
He took one look at us and smiled.
Not big.
Just enough to say he enjoyed finding us there.
“Ms. Chen,” he said. “Good to see you expanding your practice.”
Laura did not smile back.
“This young man’s property is being destroyed without process.”
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