Two obsessions had been gnawing at my mind since the trial concluded. The first was that damned photograph from the shattered necklace - something about it stirred a memory I couldn't quite grasp. The second was Captain Garcia herself, who carried an inexplicable familiarity that left me restless.
Chaim had been shadowing me constantly since coming of age, preparing for the day he would inherit the throne. I had even shared my troubling thoughts with my heir, but the young man offered no insight into these nagging mysteries.
Like my other sons, Chaim had been thoroughly impressed by Garcia's performance. She had arrived impeccably prepared, yet upon reviewing the case files afterward, we discovered the photographs and footage of the doll and necklace were conspicuously absent. Every other piece of evidence was meticulously documented, and initially we assumed she had simply forgotten to include them.
