You decide to bring up the transaction logs.

“Your honor, if my client were to rob this bank, why would he deposit the stolen money in the exact same vault? I know my client, and I hope for your trust, that my client is not that stupid. We know that the name Fredrick Jalbanos is an alias, and a person that does not exist on paper outside of this bank.”

You glance around and see the jury mumbling amongst themselves in agreement with your statement, and you look across to find something that makes you so happy. Jackson is snarling at you, but its the kind of snarl that is to hide a fear, a fear from something being found that should have never been found again.

The judge states “Please, continue with the case.”

You decide to bring up the medical logs

“Your honor, it states here that my client was supposed to be picking up a highly experimental ADHD medication at the time of the robbery -”

“OBJECTION!” Jackson shouts. You look across the court, your soul filling with fear as Jackson begins to tear into what you just presented. “If that is the case, then does your client have his medication? No, he does not. So where was he at his tight time of pick up? What would he be doing so important at the time that he would risk himself in such a way to dodge a major appointment for an experimental medication? Outside of robbing the bank of course.”

Your heart sinks even further as you hear the crowd murmur in agreement.