Nicole ignored her friend. The experts decided it was time to play the video in slow motion so they could provide their observations and docu- ment the support for their arguments. It didn’t matter to Nicole what these experts were saying. She was, from her own experience in the DA’s office, making her own observations—and something just didn’t seem right. With every paused frame, her eyes were darting about and her brain cataloging every move and position. “Give me a piece of paper, napkin—something with a straight edge,” Nicole demanded, throwing her hand behind her, toward the table where her fellow lawyers were sitting. She snapped her fingers until finally she was handed what she wanted. She quickly used the straight edge to align the first bullet to the downed Secret Service agent. It wasn’t perfect, but given the angle of the video that was presented, it was possible that the bullet exited the president’s throat and struck the agent’s knee. The exit angle depended on if the bullet had hit any bone, which would have changed the angle or if the killer wanted to shoot the agent to distract the rest of the agents just long enough for the fatal shot. The video started again and showed once more the fatal shot to the back of the head, exiting the front. When the bullet exited, it took with it a portion of the president’s skull, exposing all that lay beneath. The Secret Service agents in close vicinity were sprayed with blood, skull fragments, and brain tissue.
Nicole blinked a couple of times and swallowed back the urge to get sick. Something didn’t quite fit, but she couldn’t figure it out. She laid the paper down on the table and turned to walk out of the room, mumbling, “I need to call Jerome.”
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