"Call your first witness," Damian said.
The prosecution called Marcus Doyle, the driver who had been waiting outside the Ashford Club on the night of the crash.
Marcus was a large man in his fifties with a tired face and rough hands. He wore a dark suit that did not fit perfectly. His eyes kept drifting toward Victor as he walked toward the witness stand, but every time Victor looked back, Marcus quickly looked away.
He raised his hand and took the oath.
The prosecutor approached him carefully. "Mr. Doyle, what was your role on the night of September eighteenth?"
"I was assigned to drive Mr. Hale home," Marcus answered.
"Were you waiting outside the Ashford Club?"
"Yes."
"Did you see Mr. Hale leave the club?"
"Yes."
"What was his condition?"
Marcus hesitated.
